I don’t see no fleas in here
But I’m not thinking very clear
I hoped you’d leave the door unlocked
But I got spare keys in my pocket
You were with me all alone
Except your cousin’s telephone
Was acting like a ball and chain
That forced me to exert restrain
This very day, about a year
I’ll recognize your other ear
As waitresses and scary things
Open up their openings
I told you ‘bout the other time
When I saw claustrophobic mimes
And fell into enchanting lore
And opened up my own bookstore
