I wanted to remember my Mica?   You helped me again to think of the   Unthinkable things   Made my arms hurt so bad I would   Happily forget   You're surprised at what you go through   As if no one ever told you   On your own feet   Your own feet stand   Not to wallow in heartache      I've done more than I would like to   But it's not all that I can do   You gotta get out of bed, into it      When even your bad luck runs out   Not to wallow in   Self-pitying pathetic dreams   You know what I mean      She worked hard to be his novice   And then broke into his office   With her clothes off   Her clothes off still   Not to wallow in heartache      Amor, settle for a small dart   If you can't find it in your heart   But there's a big noise from her chest      Let me do the talking   Now that I'm here   You'll steal all the attention anyway      Cause something about you   Compels me to feel   That a glued together vase   Is still a vase