Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur. Comes to a standstill,. I ask him a question. He doesn't hear. Wurlitzer jukebox. . Fingers are pointed in my direction.
The man amplifier. Has everything but desire. Is a robot when he should. Never tires, ever good. And we're singing. . Parallel sympathy with you. Skin to metal overture.
Searching for Mr Right. Waiting up half the night. Feeling like I'll be dead. Before I'm old. Teaching myself to be. The Young Untold. How can I hope to be.
Be polite. Tonight. Just for one time. . Be polite. Tonight. You know a smile when you see one. . Just for once. Tonight. You say it's better if we don't write.
I don't need you to love me. I don't need you to care. Take your body from by me. Be yourself over there. . Though you think you adore me. Secretly you just bore me.
Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo. Gets me thinking 'bout. Good times I had with you. Back in the Sixties when love was free. Never need to worry bout my G.C.E..
When the rich die last. Like the rabbits. Running from a lucky past. Full of shadow cunning. . And the world lights up. For the final day. We will all be poor.
Go for credit in the straight world. Look a dealer in the eye. Go for credit in the real world. Won't you try?. . I got some credit in the straight world.
And when I see you. Constantly changing. Never the same as. Never remaining. . I cannot fix you in a position. Where I would lose you out of my vision.
If you think the world is. A machine with one cog. And that cog is you,. Or the things that you do. Then you are not in this world. The world is not you.
Eaten out of house and home. Choci Loni starts a roam. Putting on a bandolier. Hearing through a nudie ear. . Choci Loni roams. Choci Loni roams. . Eaten out of house and home.
Yesterday we were always laughing. Always good for a laugh in passing. Stepping outside of the rules for asking. . Misery passes and so does crying. Just look around.
So bad when you went away. Nothing I could do or say. And now we are a lonely two. Sit at home and watch the tube. . I've been hurt before,. Sorrow knocking on my door.
And I will awake. Your highness, I'm so high I cannot walk. And I will awake. You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy. No babies sleep on atrophy.