That Birthday Present

And have another skin full Put it in your eye And if it's lying on the table Don't be so shy You should be afraid And take it everywhere Or you could have the bruises When the water's on its way I could be someone you hate Familiar to the taste The feather's on the blind side And always on your case And have another skin full Put it in your eye So you pass it, you pass it The ceiling's black and grey Pushing your arms with all her weight You pass it, you pass it The purple rope won't tear Why do you rest, when you stare? The curtains closed again If your lady's on parade You take it on the call there 'Cause you could have this made Because your birthday's getting cold Just wishing you would go 'Cause we could be much older If you only did what you're told And have another skin full Put it in your eye And if it's lying on the table Don't be so shy So you pass it, you pass it The ceiling's black and grey You're pushing your arms with all her weight Winning the prize for holding shame You pass it, you pass it The purple rope won't tear Why do you rest, when you stare? So you pass it, you pass it Not rare, take your hands off all the chairs Will you play off all the others If you say, it will be fair Your birthday cards with no presents With your charms down by your side Will you play off all the others You'll go nowhere If you tiptoe slowly 'Cause you'll go nowhere