Every time we’re on san Vicente/ you say it’s a speed trap baby / you gotta watch your back/ cause they will attack/ and khakis are neutral/ but I like how your shirt and tie clash so perfectly/ I love how you talk fashion cause I don’t know anything./ Take us to the palisades/ wasn’t it funny yesterday/ everybody in town thought you got laid/ you know that if I did/ I could never get away with my joke at the supper table/ with fingers in the air, et cetera, yes yes you were quite lacking in grace, and if it were true she would have spilled her drink in your face. Anybody blue, anybody blue? Can’t tell if what they said was true.
Honey she said you took a bit of a long time in the shower before the soiree we have to stop in for the flowers, a ripe bouquet that says what we couldn’t say. Honey he said I wish you wouldn’t pressure me and the cab driver snorts I remember when men acted like men hey what did he say to me? Nothing at all, nothing at all. But I actually said
And your philosophies they served a purpose baby I don’t want you to be nervous. everybody has the right to earn a living and wake up with a reason to be forgiving. But don’t let the see saw see saw sideways wake up when you find you’ve gone the wrong way
all of the women in this lovely country treat their little men like silly babies.
So the train has run aground and spun around into the other direction. We don’t need another resurrection what we need is a new correction. We need to do unto others do unto others like what we would have done unto us, unto us.
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