What's the trick

In making my love stick

What's the trick

Two gentlemen of elegant appearance

In a state of bustitude

I give them coffee colored crystals

That should change their attitude

I'm using appropriate compression for

My inappropriate confessions for

Someone I guess who might need it more

I don't even know what I am doing it for

This is my first

My worst

My past

And my last

Imperfect effort

One hundred insults

Left on my windshield in the morning

Release my beast

Cause the rain never came and washed them away

If I die tomorrow

What did I do today

You want fresh air

You won't find it this way

Check your left check your right

Check your rear- view mirror

Check it every night

Stomping on a box that I thought was empty

But there was something sharp inside

Something sharp inside

Sharp inside

Quit bolting your food

Don't be rude

Plus one and minus one equals zero

That's a defeatist attitude

I'm sick of this

Dead to the world but

Not to you but

I'm dead to the world but

Not to you

What's the trick

To making my love stick

What's the trick

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What's the trick

What's the trick

In making my love stick

What's the trick