All The Rage

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The twitching impulses to speak your mind

I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it

Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face

Where you keep my picture still despite the fact

That you had me replaced

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?

You know why I'm going to give it to you straight

Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage

I'll probably play along left to my own devices

Spare me the drone of your advice

The sins of garter and gin confession may delay

You know the measuring pole the merry boots of clay

I've heard it all before you'll say it anyway

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?

You know why I'm going to give it to you straight

Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage

Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief

You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief

So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think

And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age?

You know why I'm going to give it to you straight

Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage

Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be

Still it's all the rage