Black and white will make a number
Maybe you could stop and call her up
To ask her what she thinks of this
Maybe she’ll be into it
You may never know
‘Cause you don’t have control
Of all your long division
Counting down by small incisions
Sound helps the body leave the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground
Policies in miles of ribbon
Turn a pretty head that’s given in
To systems managed long before
You could ever reach her door
The comedy wears thin
Attempting to begin
A state of indiscretion
She could use another lesson
Now her body hits the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground
You don’t corner markets how you live
Dockets show you’re not the only one who knows
What hands propose, the lengths they’ll go
Just to settle up on contracts never brought to ink
Standing at her kitchen sink
The dish soap turning pink
Inside the whitest basin
Carries off the final traces
Of any chance you might have graced this town
Her body feeds the ground
Sound helps you leave the ground
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