Raining

It's pouring

The old man is scoring

It's morning

He says every nerve in his body is alive

When he's with me

He says he loves me

He says everything is separate

He says I'm beautiful

And I say, "Who, me?"

He says he loves me

He says he's happy

I feel like a dirty old man

Like a lecher

Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch a glimpse

Periwinkle polyester

Lickerish man

You make me feel like a dirty old man

Morning

Oh, he says when he looks down

And he sees and I'm shiny shining

Glistening like the dew on the leaf of a pretty, pretty flower

That someone ain't stepped on yet

My baby says that he's happy

He says everything is separate

He says he loves me

And every nerve is alive

But I feel like a dirty old man

Like a lecher

Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch a glimpse

Periwinkle polyester

Lickerish man

You make me feel like . . .

Like a dirty old man

Like a lecher

Like a polyester uncle's friend with horn rims

Polyester periwinkle

Lickerish man

You make me feel like a dirty old man

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