Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers,

[bob] Dylan's Broken-heart Songs Are So Much Better. Like "simple Twist Of Fate".

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

Now The Wintertime Is Coming The Windows Are Filled With Frost I Went To Tell Everybody But I Could Not Get Across Well, I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby I Don't Wanna Be Your Boss Don't Say I Never Warned You When Your Train Gets Lost.

In Another Lifetime She Must Have Owned The World, Or Been Faithfully Wed To Some Righteous King Who Wrote Psalms Beside Moonlit Streams.

Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail Steal A Lot And They Make You King.