Plus Ones

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear

So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear

I am all out of love to mouth and to your ear

And not above letting a love song disappear before it's written

And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen shooting from the window of your room

To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom

And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn with 99 others

8 chinese brothers

Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others

Swinging his arms

You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high

Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight

Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight

Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45

I hope you're feeling better

51st way to leave your lover

Admittedly, it doesn't seem to be as gentle or as clean as all the others

Even a scars all in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar

I told you, I can't listen, baby, 'bout the 4th time you were a lady and how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness

Stripped away by days of being hailed as "your highness"

And what's new pussycat, as you were once a lionness

They cut your claws out

Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17, the party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean

The chauffeur's near and from the cheerless mezzanine

And in just one year, this straight world could pay to see what they have been missing

You were caught kissing 8 chinese brothers

Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others

Staking with charm

And he says, "Lets get lost, let them send out alarms

He says, "Let's get crossed out and come to harm"

"Lets make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it

Lets hit the limit of loss over lover's arms

No, lets exceed it"