My Only Vice (Is the Fantastic Prices I Charge for Being Eaten Alive)

Simply Lorraine sings for a while
In a three-octave harmonica style
It's easy to see her harmony
Stabbing at my songs from behind
She's trying to stick her cosmic
Philosopher's words into rhymes
Nobody tells it the same
To her everything's just like a game
But she'll make it seem like some big machine's
Driving you clean outa your mind
Come on admit it, that was the limit
We've travelled from mad to sublime

She's a lady from a background of pearls
Who's tormenting and bending my world
Oh ho my only vice is the fantastic prices I
Charge for being eaten alive

So Nina can paint dragons on guitars
She can roll up a Victorian vase
Oh that gal can sweep
Skip jump and leap
Into a room full of clowns
No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her
'Til she's been at least all around
Doreen is a hunk of a man
She can wipe every boy from the land
But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight
Then bring it on back to the fold
Oh give me a chance, I want romance
Don't give me your heart quite so cold

She's a lady from a background of pearls
Who's tormenting and bending my world
Oh ho my only vice is the fantastic prices I
Charge for being eaten alive
Mm
A-la