Pick You Up
Did it hurt, did it hurt, when you fell from heaven
With those matches in your eyes
And your lips of paraffin,
Were you flaking like a painting
When you fell from heaven
And you landed in a fresco
Full of sticky seraphim?
Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my arm,
Pick you up, and put you on my arm
Like a charm,
Pick you up, and put you on my arm
Was it hard, was it hard
When you fell from heaven
And you landed in a bar
Full of billiards and tattoos,
Was it hard in the yard
With the cigarettes unleavened
And the congregation swaying
To the continental blues?
Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my hip,
Pick you up, and put you on my hip
When you slip,
Pick you up, and put you on my hip
Was it strange, was it strange
When you fell from grace,
Could you read my mind the same way
You could read a cocktail menu?
Did you look in the mirror
And expect to see your face
But instead see a map
To the after-party venue?
Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my sleeve,
Pick you up, and put you on my sleeve
Before you leave,
Pick you up, and put you on my sleeve
Now did it hurt, did it hurt
When they nailed you to a windmill
& they left you on a hillside
Where the west wind played roulette;
Were you dizzy, were you dizzy,
Did it keep you busy until
All the guilty parties died
& the innocents forget?
Baby I will pick you up, and put you on my neck,
Pick you up, and put you on my neck
Serve and protect,
Pick you up, and put you on my neck
Keep you in check,
Pick you up, and put you on my neck.