A Fine Way to Close

Don't talk about me that way I can't stand it Dress me up and push me down the aisle Raise your glass and won't you stay a while You can take my eyes if you need to They're always looking for you Another branch, offered for the pyre Don't put me in the back seat I'll stay quiet Sing to me the FM radio And smile as you look out the window Won't you tell me I look pretty? Like the first day that you met me And kiss me one more time before I go And you tell me that it's raining I can't feel it anymore Don't paint the fence, I like the way it's fading Covered mirrors, blacked out in the hall Won't you leave the windows open for the fall Would you be there when I come to? And read the letters for you? And miss the way you held me in your arms I'll be there when you come to Mmm Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh...