Mincing Words

mincing words around her skirt,
singing mincing words about nothing.
dancing crazy to old rock songs
I drank until I was a one man angry mob
and you are beautiful,
you, you are troubled,
you're the motormouth
and you're the one I think about
even though you got there first,
it was me who was waiting for you
and your boyfriend's
gonna kill me
but I think that's brought me
closer to you
holding hands in taxicabs,
locking eyes and funny stories
fireworks with bottles of beer
where are you, when you're not here?
you are beautiful,
and you, you are troubled
you're the motormouth and
you're the one I think about
and even though you got there first,
it was me, who was waiting for you
and your boyfriend's
gonna kill me
but I think that's brought me
closer to you
laying down like passing out
pull down the sunset from the park bench
your half-love brings me such sorrow
it's over: call you tomorrow
you are beautiful,
and you, you are troubled
you're the motormouth and
you're the one I think about
and even though you got there first,
it was me, who was waiting for you
and your boyfriend's
gonna kill me
but I think that's brought me
closer to you...you are beautiful,
and you, you are troubled
you're the motormouth and
you're the one I think about
and even though you got there first,
it was me, who was waiting for you
and your boyfriend's
gonna kill me
but I think that's brought me
closer to you