We lay aloft the coffee table
While the piano plays our serenade
While the priest is making amends with a man in the shade
That man must be part of some gimmicky charade
So he takes you out to the rose parade
And buys you candy and lemonade
Conclusion is that it's you that he has suddenly played
Another delusion has been made
We lay aloft the coffee table once more
While you try to impress me with open sores
While you try to give me more and more
All in all, you're a ***** *****.