Standard (EADGBE)

The painted faces congregate

In the mating season

 The second homes

 They go alone

In no rush to leave 'em

 And there's a fountain

And a scimitar

 Shaped yellow light

 That picks you up

 And cuts you down to size

The people there

And the furniture

Start to seem important

 And a whole lot more

 You catch the floor

 With a vivid and absorbant sharpened arc

 Like the scimitar

Shaped yellow light

 That picks you up

 And cuts you down to size

 I had questions for the tap dancer

 Sat on my lap

 And she had child proof caps on her answers

Stolen blower blow me a stone

 And show me that handsome enhancer

 She had a rock on her throttle

 And a brown glass bottle full of

Shavings from the sun

 Although those shoes affect your step

 Don't forget, whose legs you're on

 And there's a fountain

And a scimitar

 Shaped yellow light

 That picks you up

 And cuts you down to size

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