she thinks i walk on water
she thinks i hung the moon
she tells me every mornin,
they just don't make men like you
she thinks i've got it together

Dancing on hot tiles
Dancing on tender hooks
Dancing down church aisles
Dancing on holy books
Dancing on crocodiles
Dancing on hallowed ground
Dancing nyjinsky style

Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a Plank Bee

Second guessing count your blessings look what i've become!
Sit and wallow thank god i swallow gosh what have i done?
Baby jane puttin' blame on every man she meets.

Put your head on my shoulder
No need to worry 'bout a thing
I'll be the cure for your lonliness
I'll make you feel like you're whole again

I know i've just gotta get out of this place
I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace
Though you say it's only industrial squeeze

What if your brain,
unexpectedly and suddenly,
picked out things to flip around
and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky,
all of a sudden turned a purple hue?

Was it bitter then with our backs against the wall?
Were we better men than we'd ever been before?
Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call?