poets
I sat down in the therapist's chair
Belt unbuckled, all lassais-fair
And I spoke
If you and all your friends
The he said- she said
The whole walk through
Of what happened between me and you
She put up her finger to my face
Said "your attitude is a disgrace"
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from the problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
To all your fancy words
We could be poets
You declared your adoration
Why don't you show it
Why's everything better at night
More enhanced by the firelight
Mrs. Edgington, I raised my hand
She said, "P-I-P-E-R, I don't understand
Why your belts unbuckled all lassais-fair
And I return to the therapist's chair
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from the problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
To all your delusions
We could be poets
Insanity is relief
And we both know it
Why's music better with you
Ever since Eve ate that fruit
And the road to Heaven is paved with gold
And I'll see it, or so I'm told
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from my problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
We could be poets
We could be poets
Belt unbuckled, all lassais-fair
And I spoke
If you and all your friends
The he said- she said
The whole walk through
Of what happened between me and you
She put up her finger to my face
Said "your attitude is a disgrace"
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from the problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
To all your fancy words
We could be poets
You declared your adoration
Why don't you show it
Why's everything better at night
More enhanced by the firelight
Mrs. Edgington, I raised my hand
She said, "P-I-P-E-R, I don't understand
Why your belts unbuckled all lassais-fair
And I return to the therapist's chair
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from the problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
To all your delusions
We could be poets
Insanity is relief
And we both know it
Why's music better with you
Ever since Eve ate that fruit
And the road to Heaven is paved with gold
And I'll see it, or so I'm told
I replied
"You've got the wrong guy"
Sprinted out the side door
She don't care about my lies
Run from my problems
Run because she's right
Could I just ignore you
Could I be blind
We could be poets
We could be poets
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