And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to think
The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
And my shoulders had to shrug
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers them a drink
All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns
To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on
And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine
The countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink
Searching for one hundred and eleven
And she's staring down their desires
Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And my shoulders had to shrug
They travel to the table, the host is served for supper
While they're staring down her dress
The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure
Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour
And my shoulders had to shrug
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords
Blind each other blinder than a sandbox
Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed
The beauty of the hour is blazing in the present
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
And my shoulders had to shrug
There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this
And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine
She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings.
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored
"Darling, you tasted divine"
Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears
The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And my shoulders had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
And my shoulders had to shrug
Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire
But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind
And my shoulders had to shrug
And my shoulders had to shrug
Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head
Oh, the party must be over, even the losers are leaving
And he's charming as a child as he leads you to his web
She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying
A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn
And they pass each other down for salt and pepper
She surrounds herself with those who would surrender
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize, caressed
