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Album by: Amorica Artist by: Black Crowes I dont know my telephone number But you kiss good and Id like to See you tomorrow And I dont beg, I pay, I dont barter And if we had a child Id like a son, Not a daughter cause shed be just like you You know that would not do Im no builder, Im no gardener I sing some songs, have a friend Whos a photographer There aint no other language I know how to speak Some like their water shallow And I like mine deep Tied to the bottom With a noose around my feet Chorus: 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 Chorus