Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes All the sights that I have seen I can't believe that I believed I wished that you could see There's
I was hungry when I said I never got to sleep You go ahead You can get whatever you want There's a feeling in my belly It's the new tomorrow scene It'
When the day is long and the night The night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause
A public service announcement followed me home The other day, I paid it never mind, go away Shits so thick you can stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed
It's quiet now and what it brings Is everything Comes calling back, a brilliant night I'm still awake I looked ahead I'm sure I saw you there You don
Mott the Hoople and the game of life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers
Life is bigger It's bigger than you and you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up
Here comes that awful feelin' again Welcome the ugly animal I hold my breath to what you sing My pyro ba-ba-ba ball and chain I'm not afraid I messed
If you could see yourself now, baby It's not my fault, you used to be so in control You're going to roll right over this one Just roll me over, let me
I'm looking for an interruption, do you believe? You looking to dig my dreams be prepared for anything You come into my little scene hooray, hooray, hip
Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter And promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up
You don't have to take the bar exam to see What you've done is ignoramus 103 What've I got to hang my hat on you don't have a pot to pee in All this just
Call my name, here I come Ninety to nothing, watch me run You call, I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate, anybody can get laid You want a room
I know you I know you've seen her She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road Walking down the street Will I never meet her? She's a real woman-
I don't know why you're mean to me when I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I want to turn you on, turn you up Figure you
I wore the clothes you wanted I took your name If there is some confusion Who's to blame? I signed your livin' will I smiled your face I'm ready to close
Make your money with a suit and a tie Make your money with a shrewd denial Make your money, expert advice If you can wing it Make your money with a power
