Some kinds of love Marguerita told tom Between thought and expression lies a lifetime Situations arrive because of the weather And no kinds of love Are better than others
Some kinds of love Marguerita told tom Like a dirty french novel The absurd courts the vulgar And some kinds of love The possibilites are endless And for me to miss one Would seem to be groundless
I heard what you said Marguerita heard tom And of course youre not charmless For a bore is a straight line That finds a wealth in division And some kinds of love Are mistaken for vision
Put jelly on your shoulder Let us do what you fear most That from wich you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist
Put jelly on your shoulder Lie down on the carpet Between thought and expression Let us now kiss the culprit
I dont know just what its all about Put on your red pajamas and find out