I put a wig on and dance around like Buffalo
Bill with my naughty parts tucked away and I look in the mirror and say
to myself, "You look marvelous," like I'm Billy Crystal and there's
about a million different things running through my head and then I see
you standing there. It's obvious. You see me, too. One of us should say
something. But no one does. Why you always gotta fuck up my alone time?