An old man gave me a tip he said
"Don't waste your time with politics" he said
"Just chase skirts instead,
And "Life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said
"I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot"
But never did I talk, and talk and talk,
If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age
I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same."
But I can blame them
I'd sing her this...

And you want to be dressed in poetry,
But imagery doesn't fit,
And you want resizing,
But darling dear get a grip.

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head,
I'm stealing lines from myself,
And what I said was never said.
It's just a lyrical lie, 
Made up in my mind. 

You want to be dressed in poetry,
But imagery doesn't fit,
And you want resizing,
But darling dear get a grip.

You're moving but not aware, 
You're drowsy without a care,
Except keeping your whites behind your lids,
And your lids are your best canvas,
I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting.
And your body on my mattress is proof,
And your makeup on my pillow is proof,
But do you think I am telling you the [bad word] 

It's just a lyrical lie, 
Made up in my mind.

And you want to be dressed in poetry,
But imagery doesn't fit,
And you want resizing,
But darling dear, get a grip.

And you want to be dressed in poetry,
But imagery doesn't fit,
And you want resizing,
But darling dear, get a grip.