And this is why I wish I could be just like Spencer Tracy But I don't have the build or the poise And I'm a few pounds shy If I were more like Spencer, I might not carry this handful of broken fingers Just cause I saw Valentino smoking under a streetlight I swear I'm stone-cold sober. I can't believe my eyes But I'm not going over I just hold back and hide Then again, the light spread all around him like wings I saw Valentino Saint Valentino I held back fifteen years or more Falling in love with the lover Watching the saint with a roll-up Resisting the urge to go over Until I couldn't help it So I crept into the wings and halo I said, "You look like Valentino." He grabbed me by the hair and threw me down, Screaming, "I ought to fucking lynch you!." He broke most of my fingers, Standing on my hands. It was just the same thing, all over.