Lyrics

I’ve seen them stark naked
With their sunny sides up and laughing
Been a while since they were drinking
Now they’ve gone and even lost the plot entirely

And now it seems that they’re both better dancers
Not giving me questions or throwing me answers

“The fourth successive occasion,
You bring me flowers,” she said
She tips the vase of water
Filled with petals and calyxes

And now it’s time for you to go, my dear
It’s better business…
To stay out of it
To stay out of it
To stay out of it
To stay out of it

But try to see it my way
You’ve taken me too far
You take a lot and call yourself a martyr, martyr
And wrap it up in self deception

Short and sweet, short and sweet
Short and sweet, short and…
Short and sweet, short and sweet
Short and sweet, short and sweet

© 2002 Victor Stranges