Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On

The painted faces congregate in the mating season
To second homes, they go alone in no rush to leave them
And there’s a fountain and a scimitar-shaped yellow light
And it picks you up and cuts you down to size
When the people there and the furniture start to seem important
When a moment more, when you catch the floor
With a vivid and absorbent sharpened arc
Like the scimitar-shaped yellow light
That picks you up and cuts you down to size
Well, I had questions for the tap dancer sat on my lap
And she had child-proof caps on her answers
Stone blower, blow me a stone
And show me that handsome enhancer
She had a rock on her throttle
And a brown glass bottle full of shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step
Don’t forget whose legs you’re on
And there’s a fountain and a scimitar-shaped yellow light
And it picks you up and it cuts you down to size