Ancient stars seed Is ? From which with ease ? in my sleep The sweat salt sticking To my love's body We got our ? The acquired ? Tangible time Still my love a**umed Just it should bloom From nature's womb As her own grace comes From her slumber Unencumbered Roses are top-heavy And roses are ostentatious I never had nice stuff I've never owned a nice thing And I've never even understood anyone With nice stuff The unwashed always Will get reduced To shopping when horny But my love's arms are not her wings And her wings aren't a pectoral fin We never had nice stuff We've never owned a nice thing And we've never really even been Friends with anyone with nice stuff