Some Kinda Love

Some kind of love

Marguerita told Tom

Between thought and expression

Lies a lifetime

Situations arise

Because of the weather

And no kinds of love

Are better than others

Some kinds of love

Marguerita told Tom

Like a dirty French novel

Combines the absurd with the vulgar

And some kinds of love

The possibilities are endless

And for me to miss one

Would seem to be groundless

I heard what you said

Marguerita heard Tom

And of course you're a bore

But in that you're not charmless

'Cause a bore is a straight line

That finds a wealth in division

And some kinds of love

Are mistaken for vision

Put jelly on your shoulder

Let us do what you fear most

That from which you recoil

But which still makes your eyes moist

Put jelly on your shoulder, baby

Lie down upon the carpet

Between thought and expression

Let us now kiss the culprit, move it on

I don't know just what it's all about

But put on your red pajamas and find out