Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On کے بول

The painted faces congregate in the mating season To second homes they go alone, in no rush to leave 'em And there's a fountain and a scimitar-shaped yellow light It picks you up and cuts you down to size The people there and the furniture start to seem important A moment more and you catch the floor with a vivid and absorbant Sharpened arc, like the scimitar-shaped yellow light That picks you up and cuts you down to size I had questions for the tap dancer sat on my lap And she had child-proof caps on her answers Stone blower, blow me a stone and show me that handsome enhancer She had a rock on her throttle and a brown glass bottle Full of shavings from the Sun Although those shoes affect your step Don't forget whose legs you're on And there's a fountain and a scimitar-shaped yellow light It picks you up and cuts you down to size