When you left, you took all memory of me with Leaving me with no hope of every being loved And now, like the air, I'm blowing and blowing With no hope of ever being seen Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed? Well, he said "I'm this way because of the things I've seen But I would rather count on your love instead Daily eating my weight in hay." And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste Honey, it's a little weak for my taste Well, I've been praying a lot lately It's because I no longer have a TV Just a fluorescent hangover to light the way Between the things you say and the things I see I just called you up to see if you wanted to go out And drink a little wine And waste some time on a roller coaster ride But you say it's too dangerous to lead an empty life And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste But, honey, they're a little weak for my taste Well, I'm an expert in all things that nature abhors Your look of disgust when I touched your skin And I try to figure what the world needs me for So I replay the scene again and again And I can see you try and put me in my place Honey, that's a little weak for my taste