And this is why I wish I could be just like Spencer Tracy
But I don't have the build or the poise
And I'm a few pounds shy
If I were more like Spencer,
I might not carry this handful of broken fingers
Just cause I saw Valentino smoking under a streetlight
I swear I'm stone-cold sober.
I can't believe my eyes
But I'm not going over
I just hold back and hide
Then again, the light spread all around him like wings
I saw Valentino
Saint Valentino
I held back fifteen years or more
Falling in love with the lover
Watching the saint with a roll-up
Resisting the urge to go over
Until I couldn't help it
So I crept into the wings and halo
I said, "You look like Valentino."
He grabbed me by the hair and threw me down,
Screaming, "I ought to fucking lynch you!."
He broke most of my fingers,
Standing on my hands.
It was just the same thing, all over.