Texty: REM. New Adventures In Hi-Fi. Binky The Doormat.

Now this is horror movie stuff
The muffin is peach, you're makin' love
You mean this opera involves handcuffs?
I lay defeated
Yea, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet
She's a girl and she's lovin' me
Distance is my tendency
I am defeated

Have you lost your place?
I wore my doormat face
I hung my this or that
I laid my welcome mat

If I'm your oyster, where's the war?
You leave me gaspin', tattered and torn
I know you can't find a fork
I am just a little acorn
Acorns grow to mighty trees
You've got sauce, but you don't have knees
Now look who's askin' pretty please
I lay defeated

Have you lost your place?
I wore my doormat face
I hung my this or that
I laid my welcome mat

Call your bathroom friends around
I will fake a little frown, I will be your little clown
Easily defeated, yea, you shut the door open wide
Seconal and astroglide, you fuck with me and traumatize
Don't you see I love your hide?
All the beauty that's trapped inside
Can't you see I love your hide?
Can't you see I love your hide?
Can't you see it?

Have you lost your place?
I wore my doormat face
I hung my this or that
I laid my welcome mat
I hung my this or that
I laid my welcome mat

Go away, go away, go away
Go away, go away, go away