Parenthetical Girls - The Common Touch Lyrics
I came out of my motherRenowned for compounding numbers,Came out of my motherWith a head blessed with figuresAnd with yours now above meBoth long and unlovelyI think we can safely saySuch sums must become meA kiss as disingenuous as thisYou know what I amSo let's not pretendYour short on graceBut you've an empty spaceAnd I fit just rightYes, I fill just right...RightRightI came out of my motherAs pure as powerYou're delicious and desperateAnd god knows where your dress wentStill smug and smartWell bless your precious heartWould I stay the night?Might I stay the night...Forgive me if IRespectfully decline'Cause there's just no timeAnd I've got my prideWhile wealth and waste may breed expensive tasteIt's true what they sayTake pleasure from the simple thingsYou pass along the wayShould fortunes fade--of course they do recedeWe feign no feinted praise,But pity not the pretty thingsYou break along the wayThere's pleasure in the simple things you breakTake pleasure from the simple things you break
