Lyrics

Baked-bean eyes in a head of skin Rumours fly as to where he's been Rolling over like a dying whale He blows his load like a sudden gale He moves so well that you hope he stays But he leaves you empty as the darkness plays A game of shadows on your sleeping face Outside the snow is falling all around his place Exhausting trials of endless speculation Conjures up a new line of permutations Cancerous musings help complete the picture I'll die from thinking, surely not from smoking To fill my lungs would be a stricture But my mind has no limits, I wish I was joking He's elegant in a stupid kind of way Never speaks, he has nothing to say Calls you 'kid' on Monday Is your lover by Tuesday Bangs another on Wednesday And he's only halfway through the week Where does that Where does that leave Where does that leave you?