The painted faces congregate
In the mating season
To second homes
They go alone
In no rush to leave them
And there's a fountain
And a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size
The people there
And the furniture
Start to seem important
And a whole lot more
When you catch the floor
With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc
Like the scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size
I had questions for the tap dancer
Sat on my lap
And she had child-proof caps on her answers
Stolen blower blow me a stone
And show me that handsome enhancer
She had a rock on her throttle
And a brown gla** bottle full of
Shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step
Don't forget whose legs you're on
There's a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
That cuts you down to size