My Lover Doesn't Like Me So Much
She scoffed at my Van Gogh
She says, “A mind’s not made aloft
By weighty gold neck chains
Or opulent displays
And why’d he cut off his ear anyway?”
She tumbled out my car
She says, “I’m not going very far
A taxi cab’d be good
Or a night walk in the woods.”
The morning next, I saw the code
I could never pick up that
God made me so blasted baroque
The morning next, I grabbed my coat
I could never wear that kind of hat
But I guess I can say that I never artichoked
(I wish I was upon your star)
Spoken all sad but I woke up glad
Took my medicine in a syrup cap
Made it out the dorm in my fresh new flats
Then I danced, then I danced
Found a new tin on the schoons again
Way to go girl, that’s a rin-tin-tin
Bounded up the stairs in the ratta-tat-tat
Then I danced
Then I danced.
She scoffed at my new shoes
She says, “I won’t be wrapped up now
In your moody blues,”
She stuck her tongue out at the door
I dumped sixty milligrams and not a penny more
Of what I had in store
She mumbled in my bed
Something about marrying me, something strange inside her head
I don’t think we’ll make it that far
Yesteryear is gearing up, and I’ll know where we are
(I wish I was upon your star)