How to Count

Took a page of the prose Blu-Tacked to your wall And a woman in a blue robe's seducing you in her vulgarity It turned me off, this object of lust I only wanted to be taken seriously I only wanted to be taken seriously I saw your enemy out, he brought your face to mind The lust of black lashes, complete hospitality He turned up and the hate drained out But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now But love can teach you how to count How to live without a good, good enough reason And love is the exact amount You withdrew upon leaving (Mmm) (Mmm) And on the cool slate of Baker Street, we made love on the vanity You were trying a black haircut, getting swept into the sink It turned me on, with good reason I only wanted to be taken seriously I only wanted to be taken seriously Then But love can teach you how to count How to live without a good, good enough reason And love is the exact amount You withdrew upon leaving And love can teach you how to count How to live without a good, good enough reason And love is the exact amount You withdrew upon leaving (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)