Plus Ones

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear I am all out of love to mouth and to your ear And not above letting a love song disappear Before it's written And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon That was seen shooting from the window of your room To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn With ninety-nine others Eight Chinese brothers Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide And sitting higher than the others Swinging his arms You would probably die before you shot up nine miles high Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell forty-five Well, I hope you're feeling better 51st way to leave your lover Admittedly, it doesn't seem to be as gentle Or as clean as all the others Even a scars all in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar I told you, I can't listen, baby, 'bout the 4th time you were a lady And how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness Stripped away by days of being hailed as your highness And what's new p***ycat as you were once a lioness They cut your claws out Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17 The party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean The chauffeur's near and full of cheerless mezzanine And in just one year, this straight world could pay to see What they have been missing You were caught kissing eight Chinese brothers Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide And sitting higher than the others Staking with charm And he says, lets get lost, let them send out alarms He says, lets get crossed out and come to harm Lets make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it Lets hit the limit of loss over lover's arms No, lets exceed it