She looked at me like a fry pan reducing There on the stove, I was lost in the simmer We made her bed and some eye contact Don't like this record, please put on another Sitting at McDonald's drive table There were joint crash marks on the surface She looked at me and said, "This house is haunted" I looked at her and she knew what I wanted California came away right Up for [?] lover's birthday It was on the wars controlled by Boredom or personal spy planes I could not draw the special illusions Of the town that you were waiting Was there something you needed to say oh Was there something you weren't reporting I was running at the mountain I was laughing like a hyena I was crying talking to no one I was running like a fucking torpedo She had eyes like a Taco Bell drive-thru Open late, and there on purpose I went inside and I said what I wanted Went to the counter but I got no service She looked at me like a fry pan reducing There on the stove I was lost in the simmer We made her bed, and some eye contact Don't like this record, please put on another