Marbles
John Grant
I‘ve got the poise
Of a newborn giraffe
And I feel like I've
Fallen off the wagon
My moves are quite clearly
Unchoreographed
My comportment like
Of a Komodo dragon
You make me lose my marbles
You get me all wooded up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There's no one on this Earth
With whom I'd rather
You deactivate
My defense mechanisms
I think I'm coming unglued
I have emotional whiplash
I cannot brandish my trademark
Aloof cynicism
I've taken up macramé
Just to deal with the backlash
You make me lose my marbles
You get me all wooded up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There's no one on this Earth
With whom I'd rather
You make me lose my marbles
You get me all wooded up into a lather
My words are coming out in
Fits and garbles
There's no one on this Earth
With whom I'd rather
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you