Letra de Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On
In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go aloneIn no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain And a scimitar Shaped yellow light And it picks you upAnd cuts you down to sizeThe people there And the furnitureStart to seem important A moment more And you catch the floor With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc Like the scimitarShaped yellow light That picks you up And cuts you down to sizeOh I had questions for the tap dancerSat on my lap And she had child proof caps on her answers Stone blower blow me a stone And show me that handsome enchancer She had a rock on her throttleAnd a brown glass bottle full of Shavings from the sun Although those shoes affect your step Don't forget whose legs you're onThere's a fountain and a scimitar Shaped yellow light And it picks you up And it cuts you down to size