The Neutral

He's not a dreamer or a schemer, running away from me He's not a singer, an entertainer with no follow thru He's not a poet or a mystic with his cigarette unglued He just neutral, and he's weary not even brand new. It's a perfect sin close yr eyes and loose the rest It's a perfect sin close yr mind and feel the best Everyone has a headache imprecise, hard to cure Got a shake it, what ails you the lines are a blur Is it a pain in her heart dark and gray from the start You won't seduce me, or attract me just cause yr a stray It's a perfect sin close yr eyes and loose the rest It's a perfect sin close yr mind and feel the best Why won't you tell me what's inside yr head Why won't you show me yr secret bed, secret bed? he's not a dreamer or a schemer running away from you He's not a singer, an entertainer with no follow thru He's not a poet or a mystic with his cigarette unglued he's not a cowboy or a loner with nothing to do he's neutral yeah he's weary, not even brand new he's neutral yea he's weary and he's so in love with you.