Pleasure Seeker

(Benson/Falkner)
Drip, drip, drip, drip outside my window
A head full of zip sleeps on my pillow
And it must be a phase that
Im in Cause
I cant explain to begin
It could be a permanent thing
But it feels like a meaningless fling
The man in the pink: such a mild-mannered fellow
He gave me a wink and a good- natured hello
Lately Im tired all the time
Guilty of the worst kind of crime
Oh, a game
I cant possibly win
When I keep getting kicked in the shin
And Im just so far gone
And I dont know what planet
Im on I wanna come down
Cause Ive taken it hard for so long
I dont now whats right or whats wrong with me
Im coming down
Such a funny creature
When I drink,
I feel mellow
And if I think,
Im Saul Bellow
And lately
I do as I please
I dont much care who disagrees
And it might be a permanent thing
Or it could be a meaningless fling
Oh, and Im just so far gone
I dont know which planet
Im on I wanna come down
Ive taken it hard for so long
Ive listened to whats right and wrong with me:
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
You say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
They say that
Im just a pleasure seeker
You say that
Im just a pleasure seeker