That Birthday Present

And have another skin full
 Put it in your eye
 And if it's lying on the table
 Don't be so shy
 You should be afraid
 And take it everywhere
 Or you could have the bruises
 When the water's on its way
 I could be someone you hate
 Familiar to the taste
 The feather's on the blind side
 And always on your case
 And have another skin full
 Put it in your eye
 So you pass it, you pass it
 The ceiling's black and grey
 Pushing your arms with all her weight
 You pass it, you pass it
 The purple rope won't tear
 Why do you rest, when you stare?
 The curtains closed again
 If your lady's on parade
 You take it on the call there
 'Cause you could have this made
 Because your birthday's getting cold
 Just wishing you would go
 'Cause we could be much older
 If you only did what you're told
 And have another skin full
 Put it in your eye
 And if it's lying on the table
 Don't be so shy
 So you pass it, you pass it
 The ceiling's black and grey
 You're pushing your arms with all her weight
 Winning the prize for holding shame
 You pass it, you pass it
 The purple rope won't tear
 Why do you rest, when you stare?
 So you pass it, you pass it
 Not rare, take your hands off all the chairs
 Will you play off all the others
 If you say, it will be fair
 Your birthday cards with no presents
 With your charms down by your side
 Will you play off all the others
 You'll go nowhere
 If you tiptoe slowly
 'Cause you'll go nowhere