It's probably fair
I can't prepare a pink solution
To the problems that we have
I spend hour after hour
In my private lab
I flipped her over on my back
I got the sweet and sour sauce
I wonder what another packet would cost
I could not draw
A picture worthy of
A compliment from you
It's such a tired studio
The artists are starving
I flipped her over on my back
With the stones read to toss
I wonder what another window cost
Don't know how you stay so up
Actually what I'm headed for
Don't know how you sit right by the window
Actually what I'm headed