Strangers, Lovers, Friends + for My Birthday

Strangers Lovers Friends by Lee Hazlewood
Strangers, sit across from each other
Smile across to each other, reach across to each other
Strangers, dance and stare at each other
Could they care for each other, why do they bother?
He thinks he sees something in her he needs
She hopes she finds something in him she needs or they'll stay strangers
Lovers holding hands with each other
Making plans for each other, aren't they grand for each other
Lovers, they're a part of each other
Soul and heart of each other, why do they bother?
You've done it all so then is new?
You're so much him he's so much you, and you're lovers
Friends sitting there by each other
Afraid to stare at each other, they're so fare with each other
Friends, they still speak to each other
Once a week to each other, why do they bother?
Too much too soon, too short too wise
God bless us all we're so civilized and we're still friends
FOR MY BIRTHDAY
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I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
A Stooges tie would be fine
and if it’s signed by Curly Joe
but I got something else hells in mind
I though you like to know
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
Yahoo’s talk would be grant
And the dip of dance sublime
but stock goes up stock goes down
I got an angel fire
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.G. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
If my hair grows green it just will do
If you have a key or two
Wrap it up don’t be late
The party starts tonight at eight
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday
I want a P.O.A. or a B.J. for my birthday