Sloan Bells On
While I'm at this funeral you're in New York I've been dividing my grieving You're sleeping with a mutual friend I dreamed that I kissed your mouth And you thought about me over Christmas Oh you might know who I am but I know who you are Your heart is in your art and mine's in New York I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve You're sleeping with a mutual friend And I want to be with you again and again and again I've thought about you a lot lately So flash me your metal smile I'm thinking about you, you're thinking about New York To you your friend was hurt, To him I owe him money Will you pay back the 30 dollars that he says I owe him But I don't owe him anything If you had a funeral, I'd be there with bells on If I had a funeral would you even care? Would you wear your silver dress? Would you actually wear lipstick? Would you lie upon my grave? And be there with bells on? So you could ring me from this life
