Texty: Clifford T Ward. Cellophane.

I'm insane over Cellophane
She knows how to entertain me
I'm inane over Cellophane
She knows how to really sustain me
She keeps me warm like counterpane
She wakes me up like summer rain
She elevates me like a steel crane
But then in the same machine like way
She drops me back down again.

I'm so vain over Cellophane
She knows how to picture frame me
It's all the same to Cellophane
She knows how to window pane me
She strains my nerves in a funny way
She drains my energy away
There's not a grain of truth in what she says
But if she don't remain I'll stain my reputation.

I may not be twenty one but I'm not done with yet.

INSTRUMENTAL

(Cellophane) (Cellophane)


She keeps me warm like counterpane
She wakes me up like summer rain
She elevates me like a steel crane
But then in the same machine like way
She drops me back down again.

She's the tear me up and throw me down
A delicate see through summer gown.

She the things appertaining (Things appertaining)
To things unremaining (Things unremaining)
She's the same (She's the same)
A Cellophane (Cellophane)
Hard to restrain (Hard to restrain)
She's so hard to contain (Hard to contain)
Discards me like cellophane (Cellophane)
We hear the cellos playing.