An old man gave me a tip he said
"Don´t waste your time with politics" he said
"Just chase skirts instead"
"Life is too short, and you´re almost dead" he said
"I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot"
"But never did I talk and talk and talk"
"If I had her back, I´d be as real as my age"
"I so don´t blame them, I wouldn´t do the same"
"But I can blame them, I´d sing her this"

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn´t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
I´m stealing lines from myself
And what I said was never said
It´s just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn´t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

You´re moving but not aware
You´re drowsy without a care
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
And your lids are your best canvas
I can only imagine what you´re painting, what you´re painting
And your body on my mattress is proof
And your makeup on my pillow is proof
But do you think I am telling you the truth

It´s just a lyrical lie
Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn´t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip

And you want to be dressed in poetry
But imagery doesn´t fit
And you want resizing
But darling dear get a grip