Mr. man on the moon Do you own a fishing pole I would surely take your bait into my mouth And feel you tugging at me just maybe I would try to escape or tease you for a while then I would let my self go fly into your basket Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head Think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said I could see them in the window, I could see they were three my reflection in the mirror said No, I am just me So, little lady of the lake do you own a pretty pipe I would gladly light it for you and taste your sweet tobacco Feel it fill me with calm bubbles maybe we would have to hold our heads above the water or the stinging soap would get in our eyes Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said I could see them in the window, I could see they were three my reflection in the mirror said No, I am just me