Some kinds of love  Marguerita told Tom  Between thought and expression lies a lifetime  Situations arise because of the weather  and no kinds of love  are better than others  Some kinds of love  Margueirta told Tom  like a dirty French novel  the absured courts the vulgar  and some kinds of love  the possibilites are endless  and for me to miss one  would seem to be groundless  I head what you said  Margueritat told Tom  And of course you're a bore  But at that you're not charmless  for a bore is a straight line  that finds a wealth in division  and some kinds of love  are mistaken for vision  Put jelly on your shoulder  Let us do what you fear most  That from which you recoil  but which still makes your eyes moist  Put jelly on your shoulder  lie down upon the carpet  between thought and expression  let us now kiss the culprit  I don't know just what it's all about  Put on your red pajamas and find out.