It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
and double pneumonia in a single room.
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine.
Are you laughing at me now?
May I please laugh along with you?
This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep
with ashtray clothes and this lonelyheart`s pen
with which I wrote for you a lovesong in tattoo
upon my palm.
'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand.
You see I - I wouldn