Once I loved, And I gave so much love to this love, It was the world to me. Once I cried, At the thought I was foolish and proud, And let you say goodbye. Then one day, From my infinite sadness you came, And brought me love again. Now I know, That no matter whatever befalls, I'll never let you go. I will hold you close, Make you stay. Because love, Is the saddest thing, When it goes away.

In my corner I'm scoffing "hey lookit the bragger", I dont care for his opinions nor his swagger. He's shooting lines while I'm shooting daggers. The single life sucks and you suck too. Fuck you.

Because I am different and I love myself, and if you were different, like me, you might love yourself too. Scatting.

Peace falls again after another try- thats fine. Peace fought to free itself from inner-self indulgence and peace of mind From me to you - a token of love - a half ounce of mushrooms all covered in blood - so we are cool, right?

He's pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, she frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay? Or even yesterday? How could you be so un-American? Just you and your idols all sing in falsetto 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Laughing at all of the apple shiners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, I ain't gonna bother you doll, but yr heart got broken just like you wanted All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man who can say no more? And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got your face? Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry? All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American