When you left, you took all memory of me with 
Leaving me with no hope of every being loved 
And now, like the air, I'm blowing and blowing 
With no hope of ever being seen 

Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed?
Well, he said
"I'm this way because of the things I've seen 
But I would rather count on your love instead 
Daily eating my weight in hay." 

And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste 
Honey, it's a little weak for my taste 

Well, I've been praying a lot lately 
It's because I no longer have a TV 
Just a fluorescent hangover to light the way 
Between the things you say and the things I see 

I just called you up to see if you wanted to go out 
And drink a little wine 
And waste some time on a roller coaster ride 
But you say it's too dangerous to lead an empty life 

And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste 
But, honey, they're a little weak for my taste 

Well, I'm an expert in all things that nature abhors 
Your look of disgust when I touched your skin 
And I try to figure what the world needs me for 
So I replay the scene again and again 

And I can see you try and put me in my place 
Honey, that's a little weak for my taste