The body is the place you put your time You have yours and I have mine And when the parts are dropped Somewhere naked on the rock It's a kitchen full of cops So take a fist and tear it off 'Cause that's the ticket to the palm, you keep it open and the stuff comes You have to be there when the parcel arrives (If you want to know what's inside) And throwing words over the phone Is a lonely way to know If a person is a clone or a stand in for a stone So look me in the eyes If you want to share my fries Bring some dippies for the chippies and your hippies holding pies (Groovy) And when I think of the time I'll tattoo it in white ink on your beautiful wrist Its a hell of a link Between the torso and the palm And you can bend it when your stuff comes You have to be there When the parcel arrives The body is the place you put your time I'll have yours if you'll have mine And when the parts are locked It's a pillow on the rock Crushing marble into chalk You hold a stone until it's soft And let it go, just to know what it's like to be new With the rug off the horse Rolling nude on the Rhône I'd trade a year of my health Just to lengthen the life of your pet I've never met If he's the prince of his paddock Because the padlock Is a rock to be skipped across the carpet So take the topic of your fear into the mouth It isn't hard to say I love you When you are not so afraid to love Which version of the face do you embrace as pretty? I'm pretty sure that my favorite's the stupid twist that it takes when you laugh When I can hear the grass inside the chest is growing So take off your shoes And find a good place for my hand You're the only one I would undress with on the kiss cam So let's get kicked out of the stadium