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 into your ear And not above letting a love song disappear Before it's written And no one wants a tune about the hundredth 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 state that's strewn With 99 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 plays upon the sight Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45 I hope you're feeling better The 51st way to leave your lover Admittedly, doesn't seem to be As gentle or as clean as all the others Leaving its scars All in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar I told you I can't listen, baby, about the fourth 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, pussycat, is 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 leering from the cheerless mezzanine And in just one year, the straight world can pay to see What they have been missing You were caught kissing eight Chinese brothers But there's a reason why the last is smiling wide And sitting higher than the others Stinking with charm And he says, "Let's get lost, let them send out alarms" He says, "Let's get crossed out and come to harm" "Let's make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it Let's hit the limit of loss over lover's arms No, let exceed it"