AN IDIOT'S END |
I don't have to say a thing She knows exactly what I want But anytime I feel like this What we have goes out for lunch She looks at me like a gun cocked And I'm afraid to turn my back For fear of being loved She leans forward for me to see The lights of her majesty She's tempting me with a razor blade But time is money at a penny arcade And there's monkeys in the shadows And virgins afraid of being laid The court jester holds up a light
bulb and says "All that is made is made to decay" To know her is to love her And I love her, but I don't know her To know her is to love her And I love her, but I don't know her I feel for a place to sit Things always go on this way I'm lost for a little bit 'Till I come up with something to say Then I'll go on and on About rat skulls in her lawn I'll not specifically mention names
her and I know We're just ashamed She knows I'm here And she readily rebukes her sister She treats me with a sudden respect Suddenly she calls me mister But just as soon, I soon forget And start poking around in the trash Talking myself into outer space And watching the reactions on her
face To know her is to love her And I love her but I don't know her To know her is to love her And I love her but I don't know her The picture of her sitting there Me and her on that chair I can only say as much as I please But not as much as I dare Where is the little girl who fell in
love with me The girl who fell in love with a
sat-el-lite That little girl's moved out now But the satellite still comes around Most every other night I think my interest bleeds a heart Of a dead dog lying in her yard I could catch her standing naked I could catch her cold I could catch her breath and bottle
it But I could never catch her off guard Now when I go there nowadays It's like visiting a sinking ship And I'm a man overboard And she won't throw me a lifeline Symbolically represented by her lips Yes, to know her is to love her And I love her but I don't know her To know her is to love her And I love her, but I don't know her No, No, No, No |