Things are either black or they are white Things are either wrong or they are right Things are either good or they are bad Things are either happy or they're sad Can a person say that they exist When so far they managed to resist Any definition, any key You are like the fog there from the sea I'm at a loss Because, oh, you're not that well-defined A sketch where someone's erased the lines I'd say that you're not that well-defined A photograph after too much wine I can picture actors I don't know I can picture athletes and the pope And the guy who lives just down the hall But I can't imagine you at all I'm at a loss Because, oh, you're not that well-defined A sketch where someone's erased the lines I'd say that you're not that well-defined A photograph after too much wine ♪ While you're posing there with Claude Monet As he finished you, he'd proudly say, "Now that is art" Because, oh, you're not that well-defined You're like a contract returned unsigned I'd say that you're not that well-defined You're like a contract that's left unsigned ♪ Things are either black or they are white Things are either wrong or they are right I'm at a loss