Grease drools down from between your lips. Drips down just like the grease on your fingertips. Over and down the side of your mouth. Pardon me man, if you mean it, pack up.
You ring me up and you bring me down. I never know if you'll come around. I like the salty taste in my mouth. Ten minutes on the lips, ten days without.
You told me all about you without ever saying a word. Every time you opened your mouth, it was my voice that I heard. At least that's what I thought or maybe I'm just lonely.
They took it away, they won't put it back. They made all the water turn to black. Their deed is washed up on my shore. It was better the way it was before.