Thanks

My loving is greener than a field in June And my dumb heart Is dried out from the heat in our room But what if we spent the day without any friends around Put the Times down Let's go walking in the Brooklyn Museum In the perfect, marbly light I see him And stupidly I say something mean He licks his wounds secretly My loving is so happy and naked When you met me I didn't know but I was just a kid So in thanks I will wrap my arms around Throw my fire arms down