As a boy I saw myself as a man dying violently in a woman's arms or at least now I imagine I must have
Weren't they bumping heads at the vatican the morning I was born that I might dance like magnets like this with my friend's wife tonight
Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil
I want the parents to whisper the kids carving my name into their arms for how I dipped her, how I spinned her how she was sitting on my lap and sipping on my beer just like I was her uncle
I'm friendly to strangers. I'm just friendly to strangers
Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil
And I swear I'm gonna smash my guitar one of these days
Nina Pinta Santa Maria
And every springtime the same kitchen
Dawn and dusk. Peanut bu*ter and pears