Compatibility Leaves - R Stevie Moore

I woke at the crack of dawn

And laughed at what I had on

Everyone was standing over me

Handing me compatibility leaves, ooh

I spoke with the talking heads

And said I hate waterbeds

Had to go work at 7:30

Hiding the compatibility leaves, ooh

I could use some therapy

It could be mixed with water

Train me, feed me, wash my body

Every lady oughta

Could you please advise upon

This confidential matter?

Tell me help me teach my body

What is all the clatter?

It made little sense at all

That I was the one to fall

Now I feel a touch of sanity

I lost my compatibility pot