This is a sticky recital. You can't fake it The truth is the truth No matter how thin you slice it Tell it to the regular chimps Feed it to the pimps Feed it to the pimps before they ice it
Keep all the balls in the air Keep all the saucers spinning It ain't about losing or winning It's love lost, lost in love
Is there something to be said For the joy of not knowing And have violent ownership Of what you don't say Can you bounce back before the cracks start showing Before loneliness kicks in, the very next day
Keep all the balls in the air Keep all the saucers spinning It ain't about losing or winning It's love lost, lost in love
