peach trees

wainwright, rufus

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

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