[Verse 1] An old man gave me a tip, he said Dont waste your time with politics, he said Just chase skirts instead And Life is too short, and youre almost dead, he said I met a woman once, gave her my best shot But never did I talk, and talk and talk If I had her back, Id be real as my age I so dont blame them, I wouldnt do the same But I can blame them Id sing her this [Chorus] And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesnt fit And you want resizing But darling, dear, get a grip [Bridge] And I think what I just wrote is going over my head Im stealing lines from myself And what I said was never said Its just a lyrical lie Made up in my mind [Chorus] And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesnt fit And you want resizing But darling, dear, get a grip [Verse 2] Youre moving but not aware Youre drowsy without a care Except keeping your whites behind your lids And your lids are your best canvas I can only imagine what youre painting What youre painting And your body on my mattress is proof And your makeup on my pillow is proof But do you think Im telling you the truth? Its just a lyrical lie Made up in my mind [Chorus] And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesnt fit And you want resizing But darling, dear, get a grip And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesnt fit And you want resizing But darling, dear, get a grip
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