And you may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful wife.
You got a face with a view.
Protons, neutrons, I ate a rock from the moon.
All I see is little dots, some are smeared and some are spots.
Memphis, home of Elvis and the ancient Greeks.
We're on the road to no-where.
Say nothing once, why say it again.
What is it? Oh baby, it's you.