He was charmingly plastic
with words elastic
He stretched the truth to a lie
With chrome paper and porcelain he
Fitted the moss from an
extinguished spark in your eye
He had the ways and means
of the slot machines
He kept them in stitches,
it was all so seamless
It was all an act,
I think I should know
And I don't want you back,
if only for a show
Well he made love like a machine,
he cached on the green
With his head in the clouds
You were the penny's end,
cause you were far too thankful
To say I love you out loud
But baby, it was thin waves
And it meant he kept a full run
Pictures of all his sins
But it was all an act I
think I would know
And I want you back
If only for show
There'll always be people,
people like me, yeah
Al ways, always will
Why do I feel something
when there's nothing left to say?
It's not really Friday night,
it's Saturday
In the rock bed Bob Thornton meets
the Reverend Horton Heed
Who's J. Edgar Hoover in drag
So he made his week of pilgrimage
Chopping his image,
got him some Vanity Tags
He wrote the Sammy Khan
songbook for beginners
He's a corduroy catwalked
original singer
Nicholas 1919 wasn't fighting
But vintage violence left him beside
I want you back,
I think you should know
It was all an act,
I think I wouldn't know
I want you back,
I think you should know
And if it was all an act, I think I would know
I want you back
I want you back
I want you back
I want you back
I want you back