An old man gave me a tip he said
?Don?t waste your time with politics? he said
?Just chase skirts instead
And life is too short, and you?re almost dead? he said
?I met a woman once; I gave her my best shot
But never did I talk, and talk, and talk
If I had her back I?d be as real as my age
I so don?t blame them, I wouldn?t do the same
But I can blame them, I?d sing her this?
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip
And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
I?m stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It?s just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind
You want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip
You?re moving but not aware
You?re drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what you?re painting
What you?re painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on your pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth
It?s just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip
And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn?t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip
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