I called her, and she picked up, and I softly said,
"Whatsup girl? What have you been doing? And how have you been?"
And she told me, "Boy, life is precious. Where should I begin?"
But she's not interested in anything but her coffee and her cigarettes.
Can you spare a moment, darling?
I've got questions for you.
And maybe by the time I'm done, you might have questions too.
And can I be your everything that you're dying to have?
Or should I sit and wait here for you?
So I see her, it's awkward, I don't know what to say.
I freeze up, I guess it's normal.
It happens every day.
So I build my hopes on glass and if they break before my eyes,
I'll tear them down and build them up somewhere on higher ground.
And maybe the pieces to this puzzle just don't fit.
And forcing them together makes the edges wear away.
So I guess I can stop, and take time to say,
If you ever need a boy, you know where I'll be every day.
Can you spare a moment darling?
I've got questions for you.
And maybe by the time I'm done, you might have questions too.