Once again I'm tempting fate, standing near the dusty plate,
buying into maxims from the past.
I've been told there's only one - pick them out and then you're done.
Will this brief encounter be the last?
I can dress them up like paperback destiny -
give them torrid heat like flicking a bic.

But it's so familiar, I start to fear it's
one in a series of you's.
From the Xerox copy fatigue it's clear it's
one in a series of you's.

Here's the liar and the thief, and the addict on relief;
butcher, baker, rebel, and faux rogue.
From the drunk insensible to the indefensible:
the cynic with his nose in Paris Vogue.
In my own self serving sort of noblesse oblige,
credit them with depth they never have known.


Strike about just like a jitterbug fer-de-lance:
throw love at whatever gets in the way.


If there's anything that I don't need here, it's
one in a series of you's.
And my inner gremlin begins to sneer it's
one in a series of you's.

Lyrics submitted by Ocean Soul

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