Or being held in one's opium gaze
Under the peach trees
There I'll sit and wait
Is true love a long walk through Bryant park
Or being held in the month of May
Under the peach trees
There I will be, will be until you come and get me
Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants
Reading the critics and comics alone
With a waiter with a face made for currency
Like a coin in ancient Rome
And I really do wish you were here next to me
Cause I'm going to see James Dean
There I will be
Under the peach trees with him
Is true love a trip to Chinatown Or being held in one's opium gaze Under the peach trees There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park Or being held in the month of May Under the peach trees There I will be, will be until you come and get me Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants Reading the critics and comics alone With a waiter with a face made for currency Like a coin in ancient Rome And I really do wish you were here next to me Cause I'm going to see James Dean There I will be Under the peach trees with him Explain Request ×
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