Various Artists Myriad Operations Lyrics

I was at the Taqueria thinking taco or enchilada,
when I espied this smart and pretty Latin mama.
This girl was so beautiful it was supernatural and
uncanny, I think she hailed from um, Miami.
I told her I come from deep within the Earth, I'm terrestrial,
compared to me, you're from the sky, you're celestial.
You're winsome. I mean you win some and you lose some,
but girl you're winsome, I mean very attractive.
She scolded me told me I was overly bold and presumptuous,
too brash, too brazen, too audacious.
Her manner was brusque, her speech short and abrupt,
with these two little letters she said, "loco give it up." (no!)
Let me be incisive, clear sharp and direct.
Let me be succinct, just as brief as I can get.
She shot me with a quick, cursory glance, hit like a dagger,
caused a contusion, started bruising, and then I staggered.
She scared me, gave me a laceration over my heart piece,
the pain was acute, sharper than a set of sharp teeth,
but even though she acted so callous and cold,
I had no credulity, I couldn't believe what I was being told.

She said "no."
I said you don't know so,
there are myriad operations I could undergo.

I don't mean to be pertinacious as in stubbornly persistent.
I would operate on myself, girl, if you was my a__istant,
I would undergo a total metamorphosis, and more than this,
I would refrain from eating all them bacon bits and sausages.
To foster good health and promote good health within myself,
I would supplant my supply of whole milk with
skim milk on my shelf.
You whet my appetite, is yours whet back?
It's 'round midnight, how 'bout a late night snack?
Oh, I sounded like a bimbo, a salesman who couldn't sell though.
She stood arms akimbo, bent at the elbow.
My skin was more swarthy and ruddy than the fur of Elmo,
dark and red, I was blushing exorbitantly, excessively.
I tried to smile to keep up the veneer of respectability,
but my tongue was complicit in my mind's crimes
like an accessory
to murder, and I was killing any chance of a first date.
She didn't yield to my persuasions, she was obdurate.
It's pathetic how I tried to get a date by cajoling and coaxing,
aggrandizing my traits, exaggerating and boasting.
She said, "oh no you didn't," like she had an attitude.
I was staring at her physical beauty, her pulchritude.

She said no...

This is not a love song, 'cause no love was created,
dreamt of a torrid hot love, but it wasn't fated.
I thought she was hungry for love, she was sated and satiated,
no appetite so I had to abort the effort so I gave it up, and tried
to launch a battery of flattery at her, an a__ault of
compliments, it made no dent on her presence.
So heavenly, she was ethereal, delicate and refined,
I knew I'd never, ever find someone of her kind.
She was wise and sagacious like a wisdom tooth,
while I tried to get in closer she remained aloof.
I tried to spit some poetry like a poet or a bard,
but it came out kind of corny, spitting poetry is hard.
It was a travesty, now kids don't think that
a travesty's the same thing as a tragedy,
'cause a tragedy is the opposite of a comedy.
A travesty is a bad imitation or a parody.
I'd like to say the interaction was weird like an anomaly,
but honestly this stuff happens quite often to me,
and shorteez frowning at me appear ubiquitously,
they're everywhere in the world like American currency,
I bow down to them obsequiously and submissively.

She said no...