John Phillips - Let It Bleed, Genevieve lyrics

Genevieve lay bleeding in my basement Misconceiving life again Up on the sidewalk, her replacement Waiting to be skinned Bobby wants a lady from the low lands And I'd like to have one too Paul said, "One in the bush worth two in your hand" Even then you'll find there are too few Genevieve lay dreaming on my ceiling A thought came, rolling stone, across her mind Looking down with great feeling I'll trade you yours for mine Just try to sing in choirs, hear the old gears grind And upstairs they'll say, "There's too much noise" I tell the lady we'll be quiet She knows boys will be boys Gene Gene Gene, what's the matter You'll get your way next time around Subtract the former from the latter You're fatter than when you were found Genevieve lay bleeding in my basement...