The sense of sight
Is what guides us right
When we go out on walks.
The sense of smell's
The way you tell
That you need to change your socks.
The sense of touch
Is what hurts so much
When you bang your toe on the bed.
The sense of hearing is something good
'Cause if a tree falls in the wood
Would there be a sound? You bet there would
If it landed on top of your head
Your head
If a tree lands on top of your head!
The sense of taste
Affects your waist
Which makes five senses in all.
There's a sixth sense, too, but it's hard to explain
It's a psychic connection inside of your brain
So you can understand people like Shirley MacLaine
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall
The mall
Who wear crystals they bought in the mall!
And now the other senses!
There are scents you can smell
Like cologne from Chanel
Or the scents of expensive perfume.
There are scents of flowers
We hope overpowers
The kitty box next to your room.
Phew!
There's a sense of pride
You have deep down inside
When you practice a sense of fair play.
There are dollars and cents that you pay at a toll
Or the census man who is taking a poll
And a sense of confusion; we're out of control
And they really should take us away
Away
They really should take us away!
There's a sense of humor
A sense of doom, or
A sense of awe, sense of timing.
The sense of a word
A sense of absurd
Like trying to do all this rhyming!
There's incense
And horse sense
And common sense, it's true.
Sense of wonder, sense of beauty
Sense of honor, sense of duty
A sense of doubt, a sense of danger
A sense of fear, when you meet a stranger
A sense of style, a sense of worth
A sense of direction for knowing the earth
A sense of dread as we're singing this song
That it's starting to turn out completely all wrong
And it's time that we end it because it's too long
Cause it just doesn't make any sense
Nonsense
This song doesn't make any sense!
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph