Honest to the point of recklessness
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
This space is gettin' hot
Self-centered to the extreme
The time has come to weigh those things
Your friends are getting most concerned
I was born to be a bachelor
We're guilty of the same old things
Can't talk to you without talking to me
That my back might need protection
And a little sympathy
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
Althea told me, now cool down boy
There are things you can replace
Moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burial ground
That's what she said to me
Was tearing me limb from limb
Baby I hope you don't get burned
Or just another pretty face
You know now I'm trying to catch her
And others you cannot
Althea told me upon scrutiny
You know this space is gettin' hot
I told Althea that treachery
I told Althea, I was a roving sign
Nobody messin' with you but you
You may be Saturday's child all grown
You may be the fate of Ophelia
When the smoke has cleared, she said
Althea told me, okay that's fine
Settle back easy, Jim
Thinking a lot about less and less
Sleeping and perchance to dream
