Charlie Crane
Come on baby, loneliness makes no sense for a girl as beautiful as you.
I'm about to crack, my world's turning black because I'm seeing green.
I've looked around and I have found this world is naught but a patchwork quilt.
If Groundhog Day be fair and bright, Come, Winter, have another flight; If Groundhog Day brings clouds and rain, Go Winter, and come not again.
We have to pick our song tonight, it has to be completely right, it cannot be obscure or trite or sappy.
These colours don't run, we've only begun, we'll prove this world is flat.
I was searching for a clue...searching for questions and finding damn good answers.
Take your seat for dinner and a show...don't you wanna go and have good times?
There'll come a day when you'll get to this place...you'll see me sitting there when we have found there's no need for splitting hairs.
Where do you get off being such a call girl? Where did you get off tonight?
All I wished to say, it seems to transcend her, and I myself am rendered disarmed.
Your royal shyness, I boldly bow before your grace; your humble servant wants you to come back to his place.
I'm Che Guevara's biggest fan...shoot, coward, you're only going to kill a man!
I know it's not read to read your diary...I hope I'll keep my hands off tonight.
Another poster, another sign, another piece of propaganda now.