tiny man selling tissues at the redlights at the airport he's standing in the heat though his leg never properly healed tiny man selling tissues the expert in taking farewell will never effort any ticket back tot he place where he was born tissues tissues tissues tissues for every man for a wave goodbye for some tears to dry tissues for every issue tissues tissues tissues tissues for every man for a wave goodbye for some tears to dry tissues for every issue will you buy your tissues from the man with the gentle smile whenever you shed a tear smile my dear like a tiny man if love's a sweet passion (henry purcell) if love's a sweet passion why does it torment? if a bitter oh tell me whence comes my content? since i suffer with pleasure why would i complaine? or grieve at my fate when i know it is in vaine yet so pleasing the pain is so soft is the dart that at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart