Plus Ones

No one wants to hear about your 97th tear
So dry your eyes or let it go uncried  my dear
I am all out of love to mouth into your ear
And not above letting a love song disappear before it's written
And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon
That was seen shooting from the window of your room
To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom and land  deflated
In some neighbor state that's strewn with 99 others
8 Chinese brothers
Well  there's a reason why the last is smiling wide
And sitting higher than the others
Swinging his arms
You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high
Your eyes dilated as light plays upon the sight
Of TVC one-six as it sings you goodnight
Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45
I hope you're feeling better
The 51st way to leave your lover
Admittedly  doesn't seem to be as gentle
Or as clean as all the others
Leaving its scars
All in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar
I told you I can't listen  baby
About the 4th time you were a lady
And how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness
Stripped away by days of being hailed as Your Highness
And what's new  pussycat  is that you were once a lioness
They cut your claws out
Kitten  not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17
The party's done  The cake's all gone  The plates are clean
The chauffeur's leering from the cheerless mezzanine
And  in just 1 year  the straight world can pay to see
What they have been missing
You were caught kissing 8 Chinese brothers
But there's a reason why the last is smiling wide
And sitting higher than the others  stinking with charm
And he says  Let's get lost  Let them send out alarms
He says  Let's get crossed out and come to harm
Let's make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it
Let's hit the limit of laws over lovers' arms - no  let's exceed it