"When You Fill The Room"

Another cigarette
With some French cologne
Another velvet throne, in the belly
Of the staple fountain room
For a while
Longer than a while
Pick up your Sunday shoes in your
Underground cherry hill

But to know
You're beautiful
Is always
Misunderstood
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room

Undriven motorcars
With their civil suits
Unlicensed cover tops
Swelling
Into a great balloon
Far too long
Too long to digress
Hold on to the handlebars
As the game starts to take its toll

But to know
You're beautiful
Is always
Misunderstood
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room