
I want to be free and fancy. So paint a picture of you and me.
Free and fancy,
that’s what I want.
Paint me like one of your dead girls.
Paint me like one of your dead boys.
Charles,
I want to be free and fancy.
So paint a picture
of you and me.
There now,
that’s not so hard now?
Well . . . that’s just fine and dandy . . .
Because you’re dead. How
could that be?
Does this mean that you’re fancy and free?