THE SURREALIST CAFE

Woman with an eye-patch walking by the window
Long hair blowing in the wind
Maybe she’s from Egypt, lately of Morocco
Probably drives a Cadillac with fins

She looks inside the window, one good eye can see me
I smile, but she won’t betray a thing
Maybe she’s had bad news, probably wants to tell me
Maybe she’s not doing anything

Life is good today at the Surrealist Cafe
My mind is wandering again
Life’s good everyday at the Surrealist Cafe
All you have to do is come on in

I’d like to trace her lineage, find out where she started
We might be related or something
Maybe she’s a Mensa, probably reads the Tarot
Might be Mickey Rourke’s long lost twin
I think she wants to talk now, lips are almost moving
One foot points toward the door
Maybe she’s attracted—probably thinks I’m handsome
Wants to make a move but she’s not sure

Life is good today at the Surrealist Cafe
My mind is wandering again
Life’s good everyday at the Surrealist Cafe
All you have to do is come on in

Woman with an eye-patch walking by the window
Long hair blowing in the wind
She looks inside the window, extends her middle finger
Turns around and walks away again

Life is good today at the Surrealist Cafe
My mind is wandering again
Life’s good everyday at the Surrealist Cafe
My heart has melted again