Help me make my mind up then as you're tying up my shoes
My ego sang me lullabies and my conscience sang the blues
It took me to a crossroads once and said I had a choice
But he couldn't hear me make my bed over his own voice
So if I climb the mountain now in my patent leather shoes
And I touch the hand of God up there, will you still help me choose?
They tried to tell me you were cold
And you're impossible to hurt
Now I've heard that said about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
If that's true about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
Yes, I got your article on the shape of things to come
I'm glad you're feeling guilty now, that you're better off than some
But I think you sent donations to the wrong side of the road
So I took 'em from their window sill and served 'em a la mode
They tried to tell me you were cold
But they would eat you for dessert
Now I've heard that said about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
If that's true about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
La-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
They should put it on a T-shirt
La-da-da, la da-da-da-da
Why don't they put it on a T-shirt?
Help me make my mind up then as you're tying up my shoes
My ego sang me lullabies and my conscience sang the blues
I'm sleeping in the kitchen now, my feet are in the hall
My picture's on her piano, my head is off the wall
They tried to tell me you were cold
And you're impossible to hurt
Now I've heard that said about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
If that's true about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
If that's true about the both of us
They should put it on a T-shirt
If that's true about the both of us
Why don't they put it on a T-shirt?
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