I'm sorry man for the way that I've treated your love
You were softest quilts and lined with guilt
But that's just how you were
All crumpled, all curved

Second hand and made in Japan that's my love
Given to me by Jim Magee
But that's just how it was
You were damp, you were lost

And did you ever feel the same
Or was it all a labeled game
And there she comes with her perfect seam lined dress
You know the one that's quilted across the breasts
I love that dress

I'm sorry for the way that I've treated your love
We had a pact but I was fucked
But that's just how it goes
You were lonesome, you were stowed

Did you ever dream of me
Before you were taken by the machine
There she comes with her perfect seam lined dress
You know the one that's a cut above the rest
Oh man, I love that dress

Our will in time, in time
We'll meet another mirror in your life for
A final crimson, door to door
My second hand love