Social Call-Art Farmer

Just bill me for the total cost: The chair, the drapes, whatever's lost. I will replace the plates myself, if you don't mind. You're not the girl I used to date, If dating's what you'd call a hate- F**k, pressed against a subway grate, in yellow snow, With trains below. This time I'll be so polite, you won't believe your ears. Talk about you, talk about him, talk about time. I'm perfectly in line and perfectly at ease. Talk about you, talk about him, talk about time. I got agendas up my sleeve, I got agendas like you wouldn't believe. I tend to think that jealousy looks good on me. It's so nice to see you've traded up To this perpetual photo op. It's time, I think, we both gave up on being young. I think I'll bite my tongue. This time I'll be so polite, you won't believe your ears. Talk about you, talk about him, talk about time. There'll be no ugly scenes. I'll compliment the wine. Talk about nose, talk about age, talk about time. This time I'll be so polite, I'll be a proper child. Listening to you talk about him, oh look at the time. The weather has been nice, athough a chill sets in at night. Talk about you, talk about him, talk about time.