it's probably fair I can't prepare a pink solution To the problems that we have I spend hour after hour In my private lab I flipped her over on my back I got the sweet and sour sauce I wonder what another packet would cost I could not draw a picture worthy of a compliment from you it's such a tired studio the artists are starving I flipped her over on my back with the stones read to toss I wonder what another window cost don't know how you stay so up actually what I'm headed for don't know how you sit right by the window actually what I'm headed