SOME KINDA LOVE
Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom
Between thought and expression
Lies a lifetime
Situations arise
Because of the weather
And no kinds of love
Are better than others
Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom
Like a dirty French novel
The absurd courts the vulgar
And some kinds of love
The possibilities are endless
And for me to miss one
Would seem to be groundless
I heard what you said
Marguerita told Tom
And of course you're a bore
But in that you're not charmless
Cuz a bore what is a stright line
That finds a wealth in divison
And some kinds of love
Are mistaiken for vision
Put jelly on your shoulder
Let us do what you fear most
That from which you recoil
But which still makes your eyes moist
Put jelly on your shoulder
Lie down upon the carpet
Between thought and expression
Let us now kiss and culprit
I don't know just what it's all about
Put on your red pajamas and find out