Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom
Between thought and expression
Lies a lifetime
Situations arise
Because of the weather
And no kinds of love
Are better than others
Some kinds of love
Margueirta told Tom
Like a dirty French novel
Combines the absurd with the vulgar
In some kinds of love
The possibilities're endless
And for me to miss one
Would seem to be groundless, hmm
I heard what you said
Marguerita heard Tom
And of course you're a bore
But in that you're not charmless
'Cause a bore is a straight line
That finds a wealth in division
And some kinds of love, ooh
Are mistaken for vision, tah-tah, ooh
Put jelly on your shoulder
Let us do what you fear most, hm
That from which you recoil
But which still makes your eyes moist
Put jelly on your shoulder, baby
Lie down upon the carpet
Between thought and expression
Let us now kiss the culprit
Move it on, mm, haha
I don't know just what it's all about
Just, uh, but put on your red pajamas and find out
Hmm, mm-mm-mm, ooh