Gee Whiz - Buck 65

Well believe me I’ve tried but there’s no explaining

Eyes piled up you look like a painting

Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows

Uncertain curtains cover broken windows

In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed

I walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed

20 odd years since last time I slow danced

Teenage crisis and the end of romance

I see myself in the form of a wolf

Furry down on all fours and worried

Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones

Connections I’ve lost in a collection of jawbones

Apples and oranges, you decide which

I’m writing graffiti on suicide bridge

I once knew a woman who was clever and tough

Who said too much make up is never enough

Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire

She lives underwater with the birds and the fire

And it just so happens I’m selling my psyche

If you like love you’ll love this, most likely

You and me are meant to be that’s right I love you

Can’t you see, whatever partner you do choose you have the ability to marry

6, 7, 8, I’ll never hurt you you know

Husbands love their wives

Yeah, love the woman

Part of me is here with you

One life, where my heart beats for you

Well, here we are again

Here’s a couple, treacherous

I’m impatient in relationships in and love

When will you see quand allez-vous me voir

Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don’t think I know

Bird girl sorry I’m too sleepy to make

But the sounds of my dreams always keep me awake

Don’t wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft

Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft

Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing

But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy

Cries of sadness spectacular

You be Rossy de Palma and I’ll be your Dracula

Fist is of agony decorate the last room

Shoes by the door on the floor is your costume

Open the trunk with the car key, the odd way

Love songs call me the marquee de shad

Lord of the files you lost me I wonder how

Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground

So many questions but I’m afraid to ask

So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso

I touch all the flowers and break the chain

I wish I could fly but I’d rather take the train

And it just so happens I’m selling my psyche

If you like love you’ll love this

You wouldn’t tell me what it was because

I don’t think you know