60 PINKERTON 3/26/2003 The Pinkerton CD was always our favorite. I got your letter, you got my song. I asked you to go to the Geen Day concert, you said you never heard of them. How cool is that? And you were no half Japanese girl. I always thought Rivers had it wrong. I was in the sea of blonde hair and lost in oceans of blue eyes. Can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin', I'll bring home the turkey in you bring home the bacon. So some down on the street and dance with me. But I'm tired, so tired of having sex. And I'm JELLO baby. And the CD played in my car almost every Saturday making those weekly rounds landing up wherever. But now I'm singing some different tne to another, but this time it's love. Why are you so far away from me? I need help and you're way across the sea. But what can I do? I got your birthday card, you got my song. Wait for it, just wait for it to come. Spent Just 8 monthes erasing you from my system. It's not like you to come crawling back for a 3rd time. It's not fair to ask for my help when i'm in this position. I hate caring when this was never fair. I swore I had forgotten what it was like to be with you. I swear I don't know you anymore, I swear you're not fair. A cringe to every touch. Why the fuck is it like this every two monthes? Your enternal clock is going off and each time it just gets easier to forget you. I'm a dense wall feeling nothing, yet feeling it all at once. Don't ruin this, don't ruin what I have. You were never fair. So how can you question how your pictures have been replaced?