Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On Lyrics

The painted faces congregate In the mating season The second hopes, they go alone In no rush to reason
And there's a fountain And a scimitar Shaped yellow light That picks you up And cuts you down to size
The people there and the furniture Start to seem important And a whole lot more You catch the floor
With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc Like the scimitar Shaped yellow light That picks you up And cuts you down to size
I had questions for the tap dancer Sat on my lap And she had child proof caps on her answers Stolen blower blow me a scone And show me that handsome enhancer
She had a rock on her throttle And a brown glass bottle Full of shavings from the sun Although those shoes affect your step Don't forget whose legs you're on
There's a fountain and a scimitar Shaped yellow light That picks you up That cuts you down to size