if I don't write this down, it won't leave...

and I keep getting distracted, so

I'm
thinking it's a
sign
that the freckles in our
eyes
are
mirror
images
and
when we kiss
they're perfectly aligned...

what fantastic songwriting that is.

a man needs something to hold on to
a nine pound hammer or
a woman like you
either one of them things will do...
(verse)
a picture of you holding
a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
I still don't know what love means...

and

there simply were no more dishes left to break

last but not least,

go on and cry, baby, cry
cry, baby, cry
'cause you french-kissed a razor blade
blood tastes like lemonade
now I'm down on my knees
crying please baby, please
come back to me...

can you guess what's in the rotation?