A Funny Thing (The Bolshoi)

He turned around He looked much older I scuffed the ground The room got colder And then he says, "It's a funny thing, Stranger than fiction" I looked away As he reset his face And began the benediction I can't stand to look at you, any more It only takes one like you...there are many more He would not go I condescended I loathed myself He looked offended And then he says, that I really am Such a disgrace I looked around for a good-sized brick And pushed it in his face I can't stand to look at you, any more It only takes one like you...there are many more At home like you, tell me are there more? I don't have to look at you You put me on the floor At home like you Tell me are there more? I can't stand to look at you, any more Are there any more like you? Are there any more? You won't get me to look at you You put me on the floor