Strange Fruit For David

I was a young man, starving and drinking

And trying, to become a writer

And I remember that apartment

The smell of mice and dust

And the old woman with the pretty legs

All the kisses that I lost to your neck,

I am a tennis player,  playing on both sides of the net

And I, will get you yet,

And I will turn you, I will turn you

Like a tattooed pigskin

And this time you won't forget my face

Read my lips



A sculpture is a sculpture

Marmalade is marmalade

And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture

But it isn't marmalade

She said with you inside me, 

Comes the knowledge of my death

But I still had some oranges left

Underneath the bed



I came to you, I came to depend on you

I came upon you, I came upon your floor

But the god should be left alone

One mustn't bang upon the door

She said for everything that is visible

There is a copy that is hidden

She said, nothing takes on life

Until it has been eaten

I was working the hole with the sailor

And you wonder you don't get invited to more parties

Read my lips



A sculpture is a sculpture

Marmalade is marmalade

And a sculpture of marmalade is a sculpture

But it isn't marmalade

She said with you inside me, 

Comes the knowledge of my death

But I still had some oranges left

Underneath the bed