Your carpet is blue so that it matches your shoes
Its the way drains smoke in New York
And it's in everything you do
You bashed your head and I found something to do
I made up memories about me and you
It's like playing with your food

It's like playing with your food

That can be arranged, she said, that can be arranged

When I see litter on the street I think of you
It's the way you talk in two's and it's whatever I fell through
How many radiators have you got on in your house
Do they make you feel warm at night
And do they tell you what to do

Do they tell you what to do

That can be arranged, she said, that can be arranged

That can be arranged

Your carpet is red so that it matches your hair
It's the way the neon buzzes in Las Vegas, yeah

Its in, everything you do