Lying in the Middle

I got a friend who don't know which side to sleep on But every girl in town wants to help him decide They all know he won't stay the night But you gotta give him props for trying Bless his soul It don't take a mile in those loafers to see He's just a chauffeur back home A couple milligrams and a TV show They go down better alone He goes "Why should I make up my mind Just to change it overnight What a magnificent way to waste my time You know I would rather live my life Rife with riddles Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale The world's a buffet And I came to get my fill" I got a friend who hasn't paid rent in ages In the minds of every man this side of the tracks Mmmm They all know he's a little green The weekend queen is new to the scene Some say he's a tourist, oh well All those purists can go to double-hockey-sticks Until they wanna leave a happy man alone He goes "Why should I make up my mind Just to change it overnight What a magnificent way to waste my time You know I would rather live my life Rife with riddles Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale The world's a buffet And I came to get my fill I'd die before I sit still" "Why should I make up my mind Just to change it overnight What a magnificent way to waste my time Oh, you know I would rather live my life Rife with riddles Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale The world's a buffet And I came to get my fill"