so it's looking like a song a day...

[plasticcouch]

oh, this has got to die.
oh, this has got to stop.
this has got to lie down, with someone else on top.
you can keep me pinned- 'cause it's easier to tease.
but you can't paint an elephant quite as good as she.

and she may cry...
like a baby.
and she may drive me crazy...
'cause I am, lately, lonely.
So, why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch?
The pillow in your pillow case is easier to touch?
Well when you think you've sinned,
do you fall upon your knees?
Or when you sit within your picture,
do you still forget the breeze?

And she may rise...
if I sing you down.
And she may wise....ly cling to the ground.
'cause I am, lately, horny.
So why would she take me,
horny?

Oh.

What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without.
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong.
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die!

This has got to stop.
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top.

You can both keep me pinned
'Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quite as good as me.

Well you know that's a lie..