The painted faces congregate
In the mating season
The second hopes, they go alone
In no rush to reasonAnd there's a fountain
And a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to sizeThe people there and the furniture
Start to seem important
And a whole lot more
You catch the floorWith a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc
Like the scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to sizeI had questions for the tap dancer
Sat on my lap
And she had child proof caps on her answers
Stolen blower blow me a scone
And show me that handsome enhancerShe had a rock on her throttle
And a brown glass bottle
Full of shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step
Don't forget whose legs you're onThere's a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
That cuts you down to size