The singer of this song
doesn't like the melody,
she's got a pretty mouth
and wide green eyes.
To her
the sky looks like mackerel,
grey and yellow and tasteless.
She doesn't care much
for masters
oh
but the base
exactly like you,
the hoverflies and the runners
and the dogs
sprout at her feet like clover,
her lover does not mind distraction
or her fixation with abstraction.
