it's probably fair
I can't prepare a pink solution
To the problems that we have
I spend hour after hour
In my private lab
I flipped her over on my back
I got the sweet and sour sauce
I wonder what another packet would cost
I could not draw
a picture worthy of
a compliment from you
it's such a tired studio
the artists are starving
I flipped her over on my back
with the stones read to toss
I wonder what another window cost
don't know how you stay so up
actually what I'm headed for
don't know how you sit right by the window
actually what I'm headed
