That’s all—you were always on the fall Two feet shy of someone tall Ooh lord! What an eyeful when you’d call on her birdbath hands, if you’d land at all Birdbath hands, if they’re hands at all
You’ve more room than I to move your feet to so why not move into the room that you keep on tiptoeing into whenever I sleep?
Is it somewhere you’ve been to, or somewhere I’ll send you when I’ve spent too long try’na map out the corners where you hadn’t gone?
You and me and the room make three of a pair with too many legs to share and too many ifs I can’t sit on politely No-no, I’m gonna find me a four-legged chair I’m gonna find me a four-legged chair
That’s all—you were always on the fall Two feet shy of someone tall Ooh lord! What an eyeful when you’d call on his birdbath hands, if you’d land at all Birdbath hands, if they’re hands at all