Amy's bones protrude She is lying in the nude Smoke and faint scent of perfume In the early afternoon With her sugarmask still on From her party until dawn Grabbed from a bargain bin At the sale on the lawn Well, Harlan whispers "Baby, I don't mean to stray But I cannot be true I tiptoe out the way I came" One and one don't always Make it up to two Delineated and defined Sometimes to live It means to die And some of us still get Somehow you die Just to survive Like when Clare, she whispered "John, I did not mean to stray But I've not been true" I tiptoe out the way I came One and one don't always Make it up to two ♪ Oh, hangers-on Find someone else You hangers-on Amy's bones protrude She is lying in the nude Smoke and faint scent of perfume In the early afternoon