baby, if you ever took the time to worry about something that might actually come true you could dance around the issue curtsy and surrey and baby, surrey is a word i hardly ever use all it took to do the wolfington brothers in was a carafe of wine, and 50 feet of stereo wire the country squire made a furious din as he pulled with a nevous grin and said, "there's a black hole here, his name is kim" high atop the fishtown laundromat broadcasting my love for you like a tacky dress i'm just a murderer and i'm slow i never wanted you to go through all the trouble of having to find my suicide note baby if you ever really took the time to wonder about the brutality 'tween the beggar and the prude don't it make you're hips sway to hear his car drive away? 'cause surrey is a word i hardly ever use and freedom is a thing i'm dying to abuse i konw your love for me is an embarra**ing ruse but that's just something to which i must get used