Fly me to the moon. Fly me to a star

I wish I had something good to say about this song. But it’s got me so hypnotized that my words would be in vain.

My skin’s as pale as outdoors moon
My hair’s silver like a Tiffany watch
I like lots of people around me but don’t kiss hello
And please don’t touch
It’s a Czechoslovakian custom my mother pased on to me
Give people little presents so they remember me
Open house, open house
Fly me to the moon, fly me to a star
But there are no stars in the New York sky
They’re all on the ground
You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint
It almost made me faint
Open house, open house

(Open House by Lou Reed & John Cale)

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