Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On

Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On
The painted faces congregate in the mating season
To second homes they go alone, in no rush to leave 'em
And theres a fountain and a scimitar shaped yellow light
It picks you up and cuts you down to size

The people there the furniture start to seem important
A moment more and you catch the floor with a vivid and absorbant
Sharpened arc, like the scimitar shaped yellow light
that picks you up and cuts you down to size
I had questions for the tap dancer sat on your lap
And she child proof caps on her answers
Stone blower, blow me a stone and show me that handsome enhancer
She had a rock on her throttle and a brown glass bottle full of
Shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step don't forget
Whose legs you're on
And theres a fountain and a scimitar shaped yellow light
It picks you up and cuts you down to size