On my leg I scratched out something like a
  silhoutte around the golden ten like lambs on my face Ive hidden
  away any embarrassment, away from my acuteness
  I'm not sold on anything but half a dream
  (I'm not sensing a thing)
  i see a blank notebook page
  and its my life and
  there is nothing I can think to write
  I fear the thought of symmetry
  I hope you dont see a thing
  I said, smile through everyone you ever see
  so what you gave him the time of day twist back
  (dance around) honestly I give up and de robe right side falls
  (heaven knows it should be so easy)
  the right side because heaven looks greacefully on you
  I owe you too