She Sells
1975
Now you’re talking in headlines
Up to the minute and free
Stop press, hold the front page
Up as your mirror
Are you reading me?
I watch you walking in waltz time
A jigsaw puzzle in tune
Or are you faking a straight line
To suit yourself too soon?
Rather nouveau than never
Contemporary ideal
Some natural kind of poet might slow it
But she sells more my speed
She sells country and modern
Ancient western song
Of oriental confusion
You so right, me so wrong
Now you’re fixing to fly me
Auto-erotic pleas
Off the record you’re gliding
Your lingerie’s a gift wrap, slip it to me
Nine ’til five
The daily grind
Made-up eyes
Make up my mind
Same machine
Consuming me
Consuming you
I know why
She sells
I need
I see why
She sells
I need
