Sometimes you can visit her but not every floor
She would rent me her legs but not her head
Watching Godard in a Listerine haze she said
You bore me Amadeus

Deja vu, deja you
Never show me anything new
Deja vu, deja you

A skin prick enthusiast but he waxed his cylinder
He was living his own investigation
The hair of the dog left him low on the hog
Now he practiced crucifixion

Deja vu, deja you
Never show me anything new
Deja vu, deja you

Catfish purr of the no longer demure
Socioligist of the upper classes
Personality of a cigar thrower
Opiates only come in flashes

Deja vu, deja you
Never show me anything new
Deja vu, deja you