Once again I'm tempting fate, standing near the dusty plate,    buying into maxims from the past.    I've been told there's only one - pick them out and then you're done.    Will this brief encounter be the last?   I can dress them up like paperback destiny -    give them torrid heat like flicking a bic.      chorus:   But it's so familiar, I start to fear it's    one in a series of you's.    From the Xerox copy fatigue it's clear it's    one in a series of you's.      Here's the liar and the thief, and the addict on relief;    butcher, baker, rebel, and faux rogue.    From the drunk insensible to the indefensible:    the cynic with his nose in Paris Vogue.   In my own self serving sort of noblesse oblige,    credit them with depth they never have known.      chorus      Strike about just like a jitterbug fer-de-lance:    throw love at whatever gets in the way.      chorus      If there's anything that I don't need here, it's    one in a series of you's.    And my inner gremlin begins to sneer it's    one in a series of you's.