... each palm, With a breast in each palm, That's the way I was born And that's the way I want to die. Give me a big mother, soft and wet one, That would caress me In all those special ... now That the dreams we had before Are all dead, nothing more Than confetti on the floor It's the end of a decade In another ten years time Who can say what we'll find What lies ... socks I found beside the bed that weren't mine or yours? It's been too long since you've been honest with me baby. I'll help you down off that high-horse you're on...