To Be Cloned or Written Out Lyrics

I've retired my dancing days forever

My soul is famished and I die

Word goes around

My poor estate

My rattling affordance

Do your very best

Shiny new composure is your figure

To be cloned

Or written out of the picture

Oh vacant be

The blushes of my only once begin

Even ache

I was wrong for you, my only you

Hot march skin

Do your very best

Shiny new composure is your figure

To be cloned

Or written out of the picture

Oh, and all you ever write

Was spelled right out for me

(Baby, I'm a bookend

Not a source of substance

Just something to hold it there

Or maybe I'm your pillow

I could hold your head up

You could push it below, below

Baby, I'm a bookend

Not a source of substance

Just something to hold it there

Or maybe I'm your pillow

I could hold your head up

You could push it

How I decorate you

I could I could I could hold a space for you

How I decorate you

I could I could I could hold a space for you

How I decorate you

I could I could I could hold a space for you

How I decorate you

I could I could I could hold a space for you

Decorate you

I could I could I could hold a space for)

(Baby, I'm a bookend

Not a source of substance

Just something to hold it

Broken

I could hold your head up

You could push it below, below

Baby, I'm a bookend

Not a source of substance

Just something to hold it

Broken

I could hold your head up

You could push it below, below)