Dont Forget Whose Legs Youre On

The painted faces congregate

In the mating season

The second homes

They go alone

In no rush to leave em


And there s a fountain

And a scimitar

Shaped yellow light

That picks you up

And cuts you down to size

Ponte:


The people there

And the furniture

Start to seem important

And a whole lot more

You catch the floor

With a vivid and absorbant sharpened arc

Like the scimitar

Shaped yellow light

That picks you up

And cuts you down to size

I had questions for the tap dancer

Sat on my lap

And she had child proof caps on her answers

Stolen blower blow me a stone

And show me that handsome enhancer

She had a rock on her throttle

And a brown glass bottle full of

Shavings from the sun

Although those shoes affect your step

Don t forget, whose legs you re on


And there s a fountain

And a scimitar

Shaped yellow light

That picks you up

And cuts you down to size

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