This new man has staticky ambitions;
Believes the future needs something to do
And talks to me in straight lines
The slut-flavored pears
Now littering my yard
Are only the beginning
For the sake of misdirection,
I suggest we **** Keyser Soze
But he's stuck on his previous observation
*'I said, 'gravity's gone bad for you, girl;
Everything 'round you's up in the air.'*
'Yeah', I tell him,
'I heard you twice the first time'