You're in love with your romantic rival and all of the clothes he wears: the penny sport coat top decks with specks he stole from the picture of you on her mirror/ and all of the things he says: how you're feeble and soft and lousy in bed and you lie about the books you've read/ you see him in strangers his charm is OUTRAGEOUS, looking for his number in the yellow pages. A sordid affair, 15 minute stare right into the mirror, combing your hair. It's push and pull, and she's loving the trip until somebody whispers 'goodnight.' You're in love with your romantic rival and all of the moves he makes: is he rich or poor? is that him at the door? He's showing you what it takes/ and all the way that he makes you feel: are you Harold or Maude? A Bloke or a Broad? Does it matter if you're love is real? goodnight...alright!
Track Name: Sally Lost Her Marbles
She didn't turn to drinks and she didn't turn to drugs/ couldn't sell her kisses, only gave a couple hugs. What could she do? She couldn't play guitar, didn't want to leave town, didn't want to be a star. So she stayed, in the little village town where the hippies show a flower and they turn the punks around/ where the engines cool off and the lipstick smears = Sally's lost her marbles today. I say, 'I'm only teasing,' she says I'm only Tarzan, and only look at her when I'm rockin' on stage with my band. No Sally no, I beg you, don't hate me/ please Sally please I beg you to date me. She says, 'what's lost is never found,' digging up the bones in the cemetery ground. The dirt rubs off and the eye shadow bleeds. Sally's lost her marbles today. la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.