Beetle from Hiding Places by The Gazebo

A man at 10th lies on the sidewalk.
I know back left you all will gawk
At my newfound fortress I flew to.

But here they pick up the telephone;
The Britons never cry at me bemoaned.
Instead I’m welcome here, as a friend.

Running up the flights instead of lift.
Seeing you my new legs start to shift 'cause
I know you’ve got just what I want:
Writing things that are not in the swamp.

Now I’m driving anywhere.
Yellow bugs never seem to care.
Trusting you to cut my hair.
I’m teetlin’ my beetle once again.

Thoughts of this old place fill my mind,
Sittin’ on the rug and talkin’ out the time 'cause
I thought that it took two to fight,
Holding back called for all my might.

Pick you up on a Thursday night.
See the bars and the Village sights.
Why think when there’s time for a race?
In Brittany don’t hesitate.
Take a hit and you’ll see into my mind.
Suddenly it’s so strikingly clear:
All I want is for you to be near,
But you can leave on a train in no time here.

Black coffee with a taste of coconut,
Walkin’ in the rain, I'm thinkin’ with my gut 'cause
You seem to be so right for me,
A Polaroid in the wet city.

Now I’m driving anywhere.
Yellow bugs never seem to care.
Trusting you to cut my hair.
I’m teetlin’ my beetle once again.

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