Arthur aware of his heavy hand
Swung towards his suitcase
Mellow while he took a seat
And sat next to his Donna
I have seen many of sons
Step through plate glass windows
Then laugh it off while they took a drink
Of someone else's fortune
Hey, that's no way to treat a man
Seems so obscene and by all accounts intrusive
Mister Will told Miss Donna
You can spend all the time you need here
I keep all of my prized reflections
In glass jars from the coroner
And when I get bored of looking at myself
I trade the gray for the shade of someone else
