Have I told you the story of my girlfriend, Renee? It was back in college when I was sick and very thin How she was so healthy in every way I wanted all of her energy, even the sunbeams All the steeples and the seagulls And the sounds of Paris were not a symphony She sang the only song for me Did I speak her language or something? What did she see in me? She made her own photography When her skin came open, it was like yellow corn I was scared and queasy feeling The stuff beneath was more appealing And I stayed in exile, in the loveliest dream Found a tree that looked good to me I laid her there for eternity