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  • Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
    I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
    How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
    How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
    Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
    A trail for the devil to erase
    San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
    Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
    We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
    We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
    About the saddest book you ever read
    It always makes you cry
    The statue’s crying too and Well he May.
    I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
    I love you my responsibility has found a place
    Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
    Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd
    “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
    Maybe, but not what she deserves
    Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
    We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
    A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style
    We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
    And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
    In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
    The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
    The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
    He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
    He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
    a doorway
    Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
    Life outside the diamond is a wrench
    I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
    I know it wouldn’t come to love, my ******* pretend
    A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
    You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
    The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
    a flower
    Meet you at the statue in an hour
    Meet you at the statue in an hour
  • [00:06.98]Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
    [00:13.38] I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
    [00:17.94] How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
    [00:22.59] How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
    [00:27.54] Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
    [00:32.31] A trail for the devil to erase
    [00:36.42] San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
    [00:40.81] Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
    [00:45.34] We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
    [00:50.03] We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
    [00:52.99] About the saddest book you ever read
    [00:56.48] It always makes you cry
    [00:58.71] The statue’s crying too and Well he May.
    [01:03.76] I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
    [01:05.80] I love you my responsibility has found a place
    [01:13.00] Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
    [01:16.94] Come wave upon me from the family why not that's absurd
    [01:21.28] “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
    [01:26.90] Maybe, but not what she deserves
    [01:29.06] Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
    [01:35.13] We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
    [01:38.34] A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960's style
    [01:44.12] We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
    [01:51.04] And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
    [01:54.67] In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
    [01:58.09] The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
    [02:01.34] The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
    [02:05.18] He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
    [02:11.34] He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
    [02:15.18] a doorway
    [02:16.54] Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
    [02:21.14] Life outside the diamond is a wrench
    [02:24.21] I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
    [02:30.02] I know it wouldn’t come to love, my ******* pretend
    [02:34.04] A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
    [02:38.71] You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
    [02:43.46] The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
    [02:48.25] a flower
    [02:49.48] Meet you at the statue in an hour
    [02:53.74] Meet you at the statue in an hour