I love to be on the outskirts of you
The outskirts of your opinions
Your double entendre (awntawnd) or two
Where the order of the day is who's doing what to whom
And who's doing the do
To who, skoo and kalamazoo
On the outskirts of you
There's no hulabaloo
No noise, no gossip
Not a helluva boo-hoo
It's quiet, it's calm
It is such a balm
My soul is tempered
By the lull in the storm
And so it's a rush to get away
From your brand of charm
That does less good
And a lot more harm
It's the place I desire
Where I feel protected
I don't care if I'm ignored
Or if I'm rejected
It really is nice
And I'll say it twice
A great place for me
On the outskirts of you