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 them

And there's a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light and it picks you up
And cuts you down to size

When the people there and the furniture
Start to seem important
When a moment more, when you catch the floor
With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc

Like the scimitar shaped yellow light
That picks you up and cuts you down to size

Well, I had questions for the tap
Dancer sat on my lap
And she had 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 there's a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light and it picks you up
And it cuts you down to size