An old man gave me a tip he said "Don't waste your time with politics" he said "Just chase skirts instead" "Life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said "I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot" "But never did I talk and talk and talk" "If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age" "I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same" "But I can blame them, I'd sing her this" And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear get a grip And I think what I just wrote is going over my head I'm stealing lines from myself And what I said was never said It's just a lyrical lie Made up in my mind And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear get a grip You're moving but not aware You're drowsy without a care Except keeping your whites behind your lids And your lids are your best canvas I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting And your body on my mattress is proof And your makeup on my pillow is proof But do you think I am telling you the truth It's just a lyrical lie Made up in my mind And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear get a grip And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear get a grip