Caviar (Live)

No one likes this part
You are a work of art
The kind that stuck up types say that they don't like
Just to sound smart

You are a magazine
The kind that no one reads
You took the perfume strips, you rubbed them on my wrists
They smelled like gasoline

And I know you
Are an acquired taste
Like escargot or my tired face and I know
You make an effort to develop some desired traits
But if not for them
Then maybe for me
You are a yellow danelectro guitar
Even though you'd disagree

You are a cult classic flick
Like that Donnie Darko kid
I don't care whether or you are a cellar door
Or a box office hit

You are the in between
The stuff that no one sees
Despite my hopes and fears I can see you clear
In my periphery

And I know you
Are an acquired taste
Like escargot or my tired face and I know
You make an effort to develop some desired traits
But you're not for them
Baby you're for me
You are my yellow danelectro guitar
Even though you'd disagree



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