Jonathan,
I'm in love with rock and roll,
Jonathan,
Everyone has the grace of shades
The world has thick rims
Jonathan,
Embrace the joy screaming in the foreground, fear no longer:
Jonathan,
We will never transcribe the beat in the head
The pocket in the heart
So it explodes
And it goes:
But we can try
And is this freedom?
Mr. Richman,
Your fingers chucked a dove and not gave a bird
Mr. Richman,
You don't bow to your shadow or cast the dark magic
Mr. Richman,
You ain't scared to mix swagger and kindness
Like popping the cork at the wedding of the world
Mr. Richman,
The bad boy is a good guy now
Mr. Richman,
Why has Modern Love set on the shelf since 1972?
Because it is not disposable?
Because the woman who wears no make-up wakes up beautiful?
Mr. Richman,
It ain't hard to maintain
Mr. Richman,
Yeah, I think it's cool you love your wife.
Tame the "domestic monolith legend" by talking to it not like a dog of
superstition.
Does it make things easier?
ATTN: Control with kindness.
Mr. Richman,
You're free whatever you call it
Mr. Richman,
Your triphammer hit the nail on the head
Mr. Richman,
I want a clear reflection
Mr. Richman,
The world makes my heart explode
Mr. Richman,
I'm in love
I'm like a roadrunner
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