What's The Use Of Words

1960's




Now... I used to want to wet my lips
With pretty words for you
'Cause times before, the pretty words
Were all I really knew.
But... frosting on a moldy cake
Ain't gonna stay in you
So lamplight, lend your light to me
And help me follow through.

The pretty words, you'll hear them,
If you know just where to go...
The steeple, or the corner store,
Or at the picture show.
May make you smile a little while
They're nice, but don't you know...
The pretty words just never seem
To reach you, so you'll grow.

But, then again, you could scream
Until your face turned blue,
And they would only hear enough
To turn and wink at you.
Or maybe they would think you mad
And throw the book at you...
If they can't listen, there is
Really nothing you can do.

I used to want to wet my lips
With pretty words for you...
And then, I wanted just to scream
Until my face turned blue.




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