Postcard

Well I've been sitting here thinking about you
Now what is it you want from me
You know it seems that I still don't know you well
Though many faces I have seen
Still I try to make you happy
Still I try to make you sing
Now if you're wondering what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard
Well the air here, breathing's great
Well we're having ourselves an ass kicking time
Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave, I don't ever, I don't ever want to leave
Oh never, never, I don't ever want to leave, oh no
I've seen you in a thousand costumes
Strike many a silent pose
I heard you tell a thousand stories
Every one in a different voice
Still I try to make you happy
Still I try to make you sing
Now if you're wondering what I think of it all
Just read the back of this postcard
Oh the air here, breathing's great
Oh now we've cooked us up
Now we're cooking up an ass kicking time
Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place
I don't want to leave, I don't ever, I don't ever want to leave