Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On
The painted faces congregateIn the mating seasonTo second homesThey go aloneIn no rush to leave 'emAnd there's a fountainAnd a scimitarShaped yellow lightAnd it picks you upAnd cuts you down to size
The people thereAnd the furnitureStart to seem importantA moment moreAnd you catch the floorWith a vivid and absorbent sharpened arcLike the scimitarShaped yellow lightThat picks you upAnd cuts you down to size
Oh I had questions for the tap dancerSat on my lapAnd she had child proof caps on her answersStone blower blow me a stoneAnd show me that handsome enhancerShe had a rock on her throttleAnd a brown glass bottle full ofShavings from the sunAlthough those shoes affect your stepDon't forget whose legs you're on
There's a fountain and a scimitarShaped yellow lightAnd it picks you upAnd it cuts you down to size