Some kinda love, Margarita told Tom

Between thought and expression lies a lifetime

Situation arise, because of the weather

And no kinds of love are better than others



Some kinda love, Margarita told Tom

Like a dirty French novel, the absurd court the vulgar

And some kinds of love, the possibilities are endless

And for me to miss one would seem to be groundless



I heard what you said, Margarita heard Tom

And of course you're a bore

But you are not charmless in

'Cause a bore is a straight line

That finds wealth in division

And some kinds of love are mistaken for vision



Put jelly on your shoulder, let's do what you feel most

That, from which you recoil, but which still makes your eyes moist

Ooooh, put jelly on your shoulder, lies down upon the carpet

Between thought and expression, let us now kiss the culprit

Ooooh, I don't know, just what it's all about

Oooh, put on your red pajamas and let's find out

Lord rock it on, long walk really satisfies