Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick So maybe we should love somebody We can build these walls between each other Instead of polishing the bombs of holy war We can break these walls between each other If war is holy and sex is obscene We've got it

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything

Yeah yeah yeah Oh come on! See a pretty thing, in a wall Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around on a real low mind A thousand eyes they look at you A thousand eyes they, they look at you

What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Just who can solve its mystery? And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day But you took my heart and you threw my heart away That's why I ask the Lord up in heaven

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

Nothing's forever, nothing will be better In the love you're giving me Like it or not We were doomed from the start Better than you and me You know I'll be there But so unsure I just gotta have you I know that you're clean

I love you, Porgy Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me If you can keep me I want to stay here With you forever And drive me mad I've got my man And I'll be glad

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

How can we say we're still in love and not be lovers? How did we get here, where you can be right there And I can be with you and miss you? Had a bottle of wine and a perfectly fine dinner Talk about school, work, life and how cold it was last winter Lay