Conceived and reared in New York, domesticated in Southern California. Physician, musician, husband, father and generalized procrastinator, not necessarily in t
i don’t sleep, i don’t even try
you got a big head but you used to be shy
i feel so bad, but i try to be good
you’ve always been a little misunderstood
it feels like love
or a lack thereof
it’s a sad state of affairs
we’re still playing musical chairs
i play a few tunes, take out the trash
you watch tv and count my cash
i don’t mind the quiet but I miss the noise
you make up with brains what you lack in poise
and it feels like love
or a lack thereof
it’s a sad state of affairs
we’re still playing musical chairs
and it feels like love…
watch tv, take out the trash...
but it feels like love
or a lack thereof
it’s a sad state of affairs
we’re still playing musical chairs
and it feels like love…
