if i had a hammer and you were my lady
i'd hit you in the mornin' smack you in the evenin'
just about supper time

when God grants repentence is there something i have to do to use it, is there some aching in my heart that leads to action, some desire unfulfilled that tells me which way to go? or is there just a book and a quiet room? or a baby who smiles unfailingly with her gap tooth grin?

those blonde smooth-skinned smiling faces make me believe in spite of my idiocy