An old man gave me a tip, he said "Don't waste your time with politics" he said "Just chase skirts instead And life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said "I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot But never did I talk and talk and talk If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same But I can blame them, I'd sing her this" And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear, get a grip And I think what I just wrote is going over my head (over my head) I'm stealing lines from myself And what I said was never said It's just a lyrical lie (a lyrical lie) Made up in my mind (made up in my mind) And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear, get a grip You're moving but not aware You're drowsy without a care Except keeping your whites behind your lids And your lids are your best canvas I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting And your body on my mattress is proof And your makeup on my pillow is proof But do you think I am telling you the truth It's just a lyrical lie Made up in my mind And you want to be dressed in poetry But imagery doesn't fit And you want resizing But darling dear, get a grip