Calling you baby was the first mistake.
The second mistake was getting you naked. The third was when I bought all the cheap words that you sold.
Calling you my own as to not be alone, taking you home just to make it a home and wanting to hold on when your dead body was cold. I can't remember all those things that you told me.
All I can remember are those argyle socks that you wore. I can see you wearing those knee high argyle socks and nothing else.
The two way street was the place where we'd meet. You'd pay me back well for loving you sweetly. Wish that you'd have paid me babe in unmarked bills.
I don't need a trail, don't want to find my way back there. The road isn't marked by your eyes, lips or jet black hair.
Socks to your knees made me lose my will.
All I can remember are those argyle socks that you wore. I can see you wearing those knee high argyle socks and nothing else.
Set me free! I'm locked in a cage of argyle bars. I shake the bars and scream, "this cage is made of one sweet memory!" Bring them down down down down
the argyle bars.
