(05)Nonfiction-Jimmy Page

Nonfiction - The Black Crows I don't know my telephone number But you kiss good and I'd like to See you tomorrow And I don't beg I pay I don't barter And if we had a child I'd like a son Not a daughter 'Cause she'd be just like you You know that would not do I'm no builder I'm no gardener I sing some songs have a friend Who's a photographer There ain't no other language I know how to speak Some like their water shallow And I like mine deep so very deep Tied to the bottom With a noose around my feet The clouds conspire Above my head I overheard them Say I wish he was dead Today the sunset Burned my eyes And in the next room I hear someone cry I like to dress up like the jury To eat like a king to poke fun at clergy To talk like dirt To love yo like tar But never fall in too fast With my north star While you pull your hair out I buy the drinks at the bar The clouds conspire Above my head I overheard them Say I wish he was dead Today the sunset Burned my eyes