How to Count

Took a page of the prose Blu-Tacked to your wall

And a woman in a blue robe's seducing you in her vulgarity

It turned me off, this object of lust

I only wanted to be taken seriously

I only wanted to be taken seriously

I saw your enemy out, he brought your face to mind

The lust of black lashes, complete hospitality

He turned up and the hate drained out

But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now

But for a stupid mistake, I wouldn't see it that way now

But love can teach you how to count

How to live without a good, good enough reason

And love is the exact amount

You withdrew upon leaving

(Mmm)

(Mmm)

And on the cool slate of Baker Street, we made love on the vanity

You were trying a black haircut getting swept into the sink

It turned me on, with good reason

I only wanted to be taken seriously

I only wanted to be taken seriously

Then

But love can teach you how to count

How to live without a good, good enough reason

And love is the exact amount

You withdrew upon leaving

And love can teach you how to count

How to live without a good, good enough reason

And love is the exact amount

You withdrew upon leaving

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(Da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

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