Stripping Paper

I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper It's amazin' what you will find stripping paper When you get down to the past Verse 1 Back then we didn't have means for fine decorations So we painted while mixing wine with flirtation There in the mess of it all He took me right there in the thrill Not quite against my will With my back to that rococo wall We slipped right down to the floor Verse 2 I can't close the door, he complimented my taste I anointed his serious face with wallpaper paste I wish we could laugh like that now But what seemed to follow That ended up hollow Was I there Verse 3 Tear a strip or two See what what came not much later Here's a pony and a toy balloon Behind the vine that withered all too soon Here's the pencil of a measurin' mark And the monsters you spied in the dark Now I got no place in her heart Let me go back to the start Outro I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper I got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper I've got time on my hands, I'm just stripping paper