You wrung out the washcloth/ The water is gone Your prize for explaining is a dried-up sponge I collected the drain hair from my tub When I let out the water did I let out love?
I'm just spinning again, spinning trying to put my finger on it I know what your problem is/ You always see both sides This leads to indecision/ Gives you paradox pride An oval never fit inside a round hole Integration is the cross of your Gemini soul
She's just spinning again, spinning trying to put her finger on it Two eyes, not the same shape/Twins play while I wait Two eyes, not the same shape/ Twins play while I nervously await some symmetry
The man on the trapeze will stand and arrive But it's the curve of the swing that gets the audience quiet I may know this and still put on my fashion show of lust The cleverness of my newest lines shows my ignoranceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
