The Hairy Smelly Pirouette

The hairy smelly pirouette He says he doesn’t like her on her roll-on rolls off She says, “That’s my smell” He says he likes Chanel No. 5 but he can’t fit himself inside The bottle What is that? What is that I hear? Is that the crunch of the leaves on the first step out of the drunken stupor of fresh love Is it time to divide it all? Ice mochas, ice cream clearance sale There’s too much advertising & they know how to make you listen He doesn’t like hair on her legs He likes a girl who lives in short shorts What is that? What is that I hear? Is that the crunch of the leaves on the first step out of the drunken stupor of fresh love Is it time to divide it all? Telephone wires, books, kitchens She broke the dishes in half, she broke the radio in half, she broke the television in half And became a Mad ballerina dancing on the hands of the scurrying masses She let her scent fly They didn’t smell the inspiration They smell irresponsibility I smell BO There’s too much advertising Advertising causes divorce He wants a girl who lives in short shorts She broke the dishes in half, she broke the radio in half, she broke the television in half And became a mad ballerina, dancing on the hands of the consuming masses She did pirouettes in hairy legs They didn’t smell freedom They smelled irresponsibility They smell their own fear What is that? What is that I hear? Is that the crunch of the leaves on the first step out of the drunken stupor of fresh love Is it time to divide it all? Or is it time to go shopping ? Iced mochas, ice cream clearance sale He doesn’t like a girl whose hair doesn’t stay in her place He doesn’t like a girl who wears no make up on her face She broke the dishes in half, she broke the radio in half, she broke the television in half He wants the girl who will wear the right shoes, right suit and hat He wants the girl in the breath mint ad, the soap add, the cola ad— What vows? He wants the life promised him