Buckets of Rain

Buckets of rain, buckets of tears
Gallons of buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got a love, honey which I, I can't standI been meek, hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby I'll be hereI like your smile on your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
And I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me miseryLittle red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby, where I go