If this age is going to change me
Then let it change me by degree
If I become something disgusting
I'll just retrace my steps and leave
But what a cowardly thing: to know the notes but not sing
So let the tall gra** creep up into my wheel-wells
And let the grey paint-speckled
Husk betray the way I lived while
I was being born in travel.
Every breath was summer air.
Not a black lamb reading Vanity Fair
And when you look into the mirror and see a shivering actress
And you half forget the difference
Between the blond girl and the black dress
Well don't dwell too much on that
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You know the steps so just dance
And let the tall gra** creep up into my wheel-wells
And let the gray paint-speckled
Husk betray the way I lived while
I was being born in travel
Every breath was summer air
Not a black lamb reading Vanity Fair
Not the town drunk screaming that my shot wasn't fair
Not a dry eye blinking and trying hard not to stare
Not a black lamb reading Vanity Fair