If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad? You get down, real low down. You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train. Well, who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way, bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread and serve you french toast again. Well, o.k. I still get stoned, I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home.
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?
We've been far, far away from here. Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos and everywhere in between. Well, o.k. we get along. So what if right now everything's wrong?