Rack of His

I gave you pictures and cards on non-holidays And it wasn't because I was bored I followed you from room to room, with no attention And it wasn't because I was bored It was because I was loving you so much That's the only reason I gave my time to you And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up 'Cause you know you won't like it When there's nothing to do Check out that rack of his Look at that row of guitar necks Lined up like eager fillies Outstretched like legs of Rockettes They don't know what they are in for And they don't care, but I do I thought you would wail on me Like you wail on them But it was just a coochie-coo-coup And meanwhile, I'm loving you so much It's the only reason I gave my time to you And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up 'Cause you know you won't like it When there's nothing to do Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much That's the only reason that I gave my time to you And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up 'Cause you know you don't like it When there's nothing to do And I've been used so many times I've learned to use myself in kind I try to drum, I try to write I can't do either well, but alright, it's fine, I guess 'Cause I know how to spend my time I know how to spend my time I know how to spend my time I know how to spend my time Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much