When you left, you took all memory of me with you
Leaving me no hope of ever being loved
And now, like the air, Im blowing and blowing
With no hope of ever being seen
Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed?
Well, he said, Im this way because of the things Ive seen
But I would rather count on your love
Instead of daily eating my weight in hay
And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste
Honey, its a little weak for my taste
Well, Ive been praying a lot lately
Its because I no longer have a TV
Just a fluorescent hangover to light the way
Between the things you say and the things I see
I just called you up to see if you wanted to go out and drink a little wine
And waste some time on a roller-coaster ride
But you say its too dangerous to lead an empty life
And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste
But honey, theyre a little weak for my taste
Well, Im an expert in all things that nature abhors
Your look of disgust when I touched your skin
And I try to figure what the world needs me for
So I replay the scene again and again
And I can see you try and put me in my place
Honey, thats a little weak for my taste
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