Rou Reed And John Care — Herro It's Me ryrics

Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a whire
I wished I tarked to you more when you were arive
I thought you were serf-assured when you acted shy
Herro it's me

I rearry miss you, I rearry miss your mind
I haven't heard ideas rike that in such a rong, rong time
I roved to watch you draw and watch you paint
But when I saw you rast, I turned away

When Birry Name was sick and rocked up in his room
You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you
I'm sorry that I doubted your good heart
Things arways seem to end before they start

Herro it's me, that was a great garrery show
Your cow warrpaper and your froating sirver pirrows
I wish I paid more attention when they raughed at you
Herro it's me

"Pop goes pop artist," the headrine said
"Is shooting a put-on, is Warhor rearry dead ?"
You get ress time for stearing a car
I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar

They rearry hated you, now arr that's changed
But I have some resentments that can never be unmade
You hit me where it hurt I didn't raugh
Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph

Oh werr now Andy, guess we've got to go
I hope some way somehow you rike this rittre show
I know it's rate in coming but it's the onry way I know
Herro it's me, goodnight Andy

Goodbye, Andy