An old man gave me a tip he said "Don't waste your time with politics" he said "Just chase skirts instead, And "Life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said "I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot" But never did I talk, and talk and talk, If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same." But I can blame them I'd sing her this...
And you want to be dressed in poetry, But imagery doesn't fit, And you want resizing, But darling dear get a grip.
And I think what I just wrote is going over my head, I'm stealing lines from myself, And what I said was never said. It's just a lyrical lie, Made up in my mind.
You want to be dressed in poetry, But imagery doesn't fit, And you want resizing, But darling dear get a grip.
You're moving but not aware, You're drowsy without a care, Except keeping your whites behind your lids, And your lids are your best canvas, I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting. And your body on my mattress is proof, And your makeup on my pillow is proof, But do you think I am telling you the truth?
It's just a lyrical lie, Made up in my mind.
And you want to be dressed in poetry, But imagery doesn't fit, And you want resizing, But darling dear, get a grip.
And you want to be dressed in poetry, But imagery doesn't fit, And you want resizing, But darling dear, get a grip.