Automatic Love / Entracte: A Thought - Ars Nova

It used to be, when you’re feeling lonely

You go right out, and find a little girl

But now they have a new machine

The prettiest little thing you’ve ever seen

It’s electronic, it’s automatic

And it makes a humming sound

They put your name upon a card

Your age and weight

Your height, your sight

Your ears and what you eat for breakfast food

Your favorite car

Your birthstone and your hat

And that, my friend, is not the end

Your schooling and your I. Q

Have you ever been arrested, if so why?

Your favorite film

Your glove size and your faith

And then it’s all notated, written down and perforated

And they drop your little card into a slot

I went to the office, filled out an application

I paid four dollars to make a reservation

The man was very kind, he seemed to understand

He said «It can’t go wrong;

it never makes mistakes»

It’s electronic, it’s automatic

And it makes a humming sound

I feel so good

I feel secure

It’s going to find me a

Girl

Well, I woke up on Monday morning

Received a postcard, raised discreetly

It said I had a date with a certain Agnes Snow

A name and address, a place for me to go

I was ecstatic, my thoughts erratic

And I made a humming sound

Called her on the telephone

She’s so sweet

We met and then she swept me off my feet

Three weeks more is all it took

To make me ask her to be mine

She said «yes,» we went right out to find a Justice of the Peace

I knocked at the door, it opened to reveal

The prettiest little thing you’ve ever seen

An automatic, electronic machine

There comes a time, when I always feel like cryin'

A thought hurts me so much I feel I must hide

I left a girl who really, really loved me

Causin' a feelin' I cannot keep inside