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