Some kinds of love Marguerita told Tom Between thought and expression lies a lifetime Situations arise because of the weather And no kinds of love are better than others
Some kinds of love, Margueirta told Tom Like a dirty French novel combines the absurd with the vulgar And some kinds of love the possibilities are endless And for me to miss one would seem to be groundless
I head what you said, Marguerita heard Tom And of course you're a bore but in that you're not charmless 'Cause 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 which you recoil but which still makes your eyes moist Put jelly on your shoulder baby, lie down upon the carpet Between thought and expression let us now kiss the culprit, move it on
I don't know just what it's all about But put on your red pajamas and find out Velvet Underground