Once again I'm tempting fate, standing near the dusty plate,
Buying into maxims from the past.
I've been told there's only one - pick them out and then you're done.
Will this brief encounter be the last?
I can dress them up like paperback destiny -
Give them torrid heat like flicking a bic.
Chorus:
But it's so familiar, I start to fear it's
One in a series of you's.
From the Xerox copy fatigue it's clear it's
One in a series of you's.
Here's the liar and the thief, and the addict on relief;
Butcher, baker, rebel, and faux rogue.
From the drunk insensible to the indefensible:
The cynic with his nose in Paris Vogue.
In my own self serving sort of noblesse oblige,
Credit them with depth they never have known.
Chorus
Strike about just like a jitterbug fer-de-lance:
Throw love at whatever gets in the way.
Chorus
If there's anything that I don't need here, it's
One in a series of you's.
And my inner gremlin begins to sneer it's
One in a series of you's.