A old man gave me a tip he said
Dont waste your time with politics, he said
Just chase skirts instead
And life is too short, and your almost dead, he saidI met a woman once, gave her my best shot
But never did I talk, talk and talk
If I had her back Id be as real as my age
I so dont blame them, I wouldnt do the same
But I can blame them, Id sing her thisAnd you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a gripAnd I think what I just wrote is going over my head
Im stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mindYou want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a gripYoure moving but not aware
Youre drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvasI can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on your pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth?It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mindAnd you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a gripAnd you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesnt fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear, get a grip