No Poetry

"There's no poetry between us"
 Said the paper to the pen
 Something's burning in the attic
 That her tongue will not defend
 Through the arc of conversation
 Past the teeth behind the smile
 Down the Miracle Mile
 To the bottom of the ladder
 Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
 What's the matter?
 Baby
 Could we go downtown
 To the middle of the world?
 You were always such a pretty girl
 And you told me I was beautiful
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 "There's no poetry between us"
 Said the paper to the pen
 "And I get nothing for my trouble
 But the ink beneath my skin"
 If your clothes are getting weary
 And your soul gone out of style
 Blame the Miracle Mile
 And the bottom of the ladder
 Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
 What's the matter?
 Baby
 I'm coming too, ooh
 I'm coming too, ooh
 I'm coming too, ooh-mm, ooh-mm
 Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh