Without Leaving in Luxúria

When I hit on love
with nothing to back it up
count me out of luck

Forgive me if I don't get up

Forgive me if I don't get up
forgive me if my numbers don't show
I'm always aiming to go

Count me out
I'm too naive
for too long I've been absent without leaving
I go missing out awkward scenes
daydreaming with a vengeance
supreme

I think she knows, I think she knows

"He's got a skullful
or kerosene and shortcuts
balanced on his neck
overhead, a jet
full of passengers
slumbering in his ear
she's weirder, weirder, weirder
than at any other time
she's got his chassis
nuzzling a foggy bottom line"