Why do I get the feeling it's time to go?   Oh oh   You got mirrors on the ceiling   You're serving Darjeeling in your art nouveau   Seems so logical to me   Finger the bowl of potpourri   The levolors are closed, admiring the fake Van Gogh      It's now   It's now   It's now   It's now   (Back)      Turn off the answering machine, unzipping my jeans, get low   Oh oh   The doorbell rings like the way that it stings   And it stops the flow   Seems so logical to me   Saw it once on the BBC   But still I can't seem to pick myself up and go      It's now   It's now   It's now   It's now   Right now   Right now   Right now   Right now   (Back)      It's now   It's now   Say when   Say when   It's now   It's now   Pretend   Again      It's ripping at the seams   The ripping makes me scream   It's something so unbearable   I have to make a scene      It's now   It's now   It's now   It's now   Right now   Right now   Right now   Right now   (Back)      Why do I get the feeling it's time to go?   Oh oh   Seems so logical to me   Finger the bowl of potpourri   But still I can't seem to pick myself up and go