If the back seat makes you happy Then I'm happy too I'm kind to cross myself in knots A bow made just for you Pull me this way, That way, I sway witless figurine Til I fell in The laundry bin Into the blue machine When I awoke from steam and smoke My body stripped and clean What silver sound an empty house Had ushered over me Left foot right foot Newborn I sbadly balancing But soon I found a sound way out The mouse had left for me I have seen this But not like this I have seen this but not like this I have seen this But not like this I have seen this But not like this