Gee Whiz

Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know [Verse 1] Well believe me I've tried but there's no explaining Eyes piled up you look like a painting Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows Uncertain curtains cover broken windows In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed I walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed 20 odd years since last time I slow danced Teenage crisis and the end of romance I see myself in the form of a wolf Furry down on all fours and worried Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones Connections I've lost in a collection of jawbones Apples and oranges, you decide which I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge I once knew a woman who was clever and tough Who said too much make up is never enough Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire She lives underwater with the birds and the fire And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche If you like love you'll love this, most likely [Bridge] You and me are meant to be that's right I love you Can't you see, whatever partner you do choose you have the ability to marry 6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you you know Husbands love their wives Yeah, love the woman Part of me is here with you One life, where my heart beats for you Well, here we are again Here's a couple, treacherous I'm impatient in relationships in and love When will you see quand allez-vous me voir [Hookk] Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know [Verse 2] Bird girl sorry I'm too sleepy to make But the sounds of my dreams always keep me awake Don't wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy Cries of sadness spectacular You be Rossy de Palma and I'll be your Dracula Fist is of agony decorate the last room Shoes by the door on the floor is your costume Open the trunk with the car key, the odd way Love songs call me the marquee de shad Lord of the files you lost me I wonder how Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground So many questions but I'm afraid to ask So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso I touch all the flowers and break the chain I wish I could fly but I'd rather take the train And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche If you like love you'll love this You wouldn't tell me what it was because I don't think you know