If you talk to Mary please don't look at me Cause she's never seen me before Don't call attention to the man outside of me Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye And I'm not supposed to be here and I'm too young to die See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans I go bouncing like a pinball in between extremes I'm not surprised, this happens all the time And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind And she's never seen me before So if you talk to Mary please don't mention me Cause she's never seen me before Just let me hide behind the smoke and the pleasantries Cause I do my best work with the mannequin brigade I just peek around the statues spitting art and foreign trade She looks a hole right through me to a shadow on the wall Till I'm sick of my surroundings while I'm not here at all I'm not surprised this happens all the time And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind And she's never seen me before Warhol monotone, robotic talk, we're all so smart we're so perceptive But her mouth doesn't move, except to smile to be polite To receptive She burns me with a glance. I look away I'm safely cool, I'm so deceptive I'd give my right arm for a different situation Convince myself I see everybody watching me I set myself up for this stupid situation