If I were a sauce hero

Traversing through a jack

When his kichen

I would be mostly fascinated

By people there

There welcome in arms

And theirs strange voices

Their fingers find her out

Emersed in conversation

I would like to ask them

A question

Don't I know you from somewhere

Don't I know you from somewhere

Don't I know you from somewhere

They would be too busy

To answer me

To hold me and happy with

Their lives

Is he so can at the atmosphere

Mistrust her a hound

With pictures of shrinky fish

On the wall

Sharp sound of nights

And smell of soil changer

Still on the nostrils

I would be in off their breath

Their breath

Their breath

I could hardly wait to be

Lifted into their mouth

And get pokin' into

Right their mouth to

Somewhere between

Sadness of their tomb and teeth

Don't I know you from somewhere

Don't I know you from somewhere

Don't I know you from somewhere