The Reclining Nude के बोल

Irony of the situation’s curtains drawn The audience knows Proud of all the clever ways I’ve engineered to put you down A quick glance at your marilyn thighs Morse code as they will rub together reads This turn the other cheek approach bitch slaps you beyond repair And I don’t see a difference between that and the words that I choose I'm not sure there’s any realistic difference between that and the words that I choose And I'm repeating the word idiot to myself Until it loses its meaning Yes I am repeating the word idiot to myself Until it loses its touch I just like the way it sounds You better shut your mouth or you’ll wake up the neighbors Concerns my flesh’s current union with yours I love myself, you’ll say it over and over Till you run out of air, pass out, start again The infinite math of the situation Subtract your apprehensive hips And divide: Every time I pray to, I keep on killing mosquitos All the while I am repeating the word idiot to myself Until it loses its meaning This is my spade cooley bit My ronald reagan pardon A cigarette on each nipple And I’ve got a feeling this is the first day of the rest of my life Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!