Baby you can keep your nymphet ballerina And your ex-girlfriend named Medea. Just buy me a pint with your amex And call me anytime you need a bodyguard Cause IIIIIIII will always love you.
Love, what a destructive word.
When the city burns down And the prostitutes take the streets, Let's stand in the ashes of a thousand mink coats And dance dance dance Yeah yeah we'll dance While you make up your mind And try to find the loving light In the middle of the night So let's put our hands together And get the clap Clap clap clap clap For the boy in the North Face Coat Facing southeast And looking back at me. clap clap clap clap
Once upon a time, There was an old man Who taught me to be cruel And to play the fool. In other words to be a clown Cause clowns have all the power Any hour, any day. No situation is ever serious. It is merely delirious.
And Baby, knowing that seeing a movie Isn't serious but simply groovy, I stand and watch you face your agonies Which provide more drama than the fil-um with a naked whore That's pretentiously independent. You're like a movie star in a Steven Spielberg vehicle Speaking snappy, trying to make everyone happy. Happy Happy Everyone must be happy. Everyone must be happy but yourself. Except for me. I'm absolutely miserable Standing here looking pretty.
You ain't no god damn rolling stone. How does that feel? And I am pretty much insane. Pretty much and such. How does that feel?
The embrace With the boy in the North Face Coat While significant others look on. And who are these others? Are they all your mothers? Are they all your brothers? The sisters? The misters? The mistress? Ah-hah!
And thus! The long term relationship type of guy Meets the one night stand type of girl Who wants more! More! More! Always more. Nothing's enough. An excessive desire for desire Inevitably leads to pain Which can transform itself Into Whatever thought wishes it to be. And I am not a cowardly hermit crab stuck to a rock In a tide pool of humanity. Okay, I am. But I transform myself Into a dolphin. Not those god damn cute flippers at sea world. No, a dolphin Flying through the waves And running with the bows of ships.
And oh I feel so better now Like a prune Like a wad of chewing gum stuck to the sole of a shoe Like static on the radio Like a glass that was filled with milk and now only has the milky residue left inside. Like a Like a Like a Like a dog owner scooping shit off the sidewalk Like a tissue belonging to someone with bad allergies Like a paperback romance that falls into the bathtub and expands to twice its size Like a movie that goes straight to video Like a nickel stuck to the floor of a taxi cab Like a Snapple bottle rolling through vomit on the floor of a subway car Like snow falling in April Like a figure skater winning the bronze
Baby, I am NOT Mike Tyson I will not knock you out in the first round With a punch so hard you'll feel it when you hit the ground I'm not a one-round knock-out kind of gal. No No No No I'm Cassius Clay before he became Ali Dancin' round looking pretty Like a ballerina with my hands low Jabbing Jab Jab Jab Jab Jab Jab On my toes Round after round pounding quickie jabs With the fury of Medea Until after six---just six You throw your mouthpiece in the ring Like a tired old man named Sonny And you walk away among the screaming herds While I hold up my fists and shout to unbelievers: Eat your words! Eat your words! Eat your words!