I do nothing but think of you
To flatter you and to make it known
I took paper and pencil and spread out
The tokens of your love on the table

I was looking for a song and got lost
In a bunch of worn-out words
I do nothing but think of you
And nothing comes to mind

I light a cigarette, and another one
One of these days I must seriously
Consider quitting smoking
With that cough I get when I wake up

I looked to the sky for inspiration
And got stuck up in the heights
By the way, the ceiling wouldn't mind
A coat of paint

I looked out the window and escaped
With a girl who was riding a bicycle
I got distracted by a neighbor who also
Did nothing but scratch his head

I do nothing but think of you
Nothing I like more than making songs
But today the muses have ignored me
They must be on vacation

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