So . . . you wanna know
‘bout me and my plateau . . .
but you don’t wanna know
why I held you then let go
‘bout how it is when feathers blow
the thirsting where my beauty grows
about the spaceman that’s in tow
who seeks goodbye from each hello
or why my yes is here we go
why even if we took it slow
I would slip-slide to and fro
and drag you where no beauty grows
Oh I’ve said too much I know
just thought you oughta know
that you just don’t wanna know
the price we both might owe
if I left my lone plateau
so baby ‘til hello’s hello
swat me like a bubble you might blow