Rack of His

I gave you pictures and cards on non-holidays
 And it wasn't because I was bored
 I followed you from room to room, with no attention
 And it wasn't because I was bored
 It was because I was loving you so much
 That's the only reason I gave my time to you
 And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up
 'Cause you know you won't like it
 When there's nothing to do
 Check out that rack of his
 Look at that row of guitar necks
 Lined up like eager fillies
 Outstretched like legs of Rockettes
 They don't know what they are in for
 And they don't care, but I do
 I thought you would wail on me
 Like you wail on them
 But it was just a coochie-coo-coup
 And meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
 It's the only reason I gave my time to you
 And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up
 'Cause you know you won't like it
 When there's nothing to do
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 Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
 That's the only reason that I gave my time to you
 And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up
 'Cause you know you don't like it
 When there's nothing to do
 And I've been used so many times
 I've learned to use myself in kind
 I try to drum, I try to write
 I can't do either well, but alright, it's fine, I guess
 'Cause I know how to spend my time
 I know how to spend my time
 I know how to spend my time
 I know how to spend my time
 Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
 Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
 Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
 Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much