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 [bad word] 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