The Part You Throw Away Tom Waits

You dance real slow, you wreck it down
Then you walk away, you turn around
What did that old blonde gal say?
That is the part
You throw away

I want that beggar's eyes, a winning horse
A tidy Mexican divorce
St. Mary's prayers, Houdini's hands
And a barman who always
Understands

Will you lose the flowers? Hold on to the vase
Will you wipe all those teardrops away from your face?
I can't help thinking as I close the door
I have done all of this
Many times before

Well, the bone must go, the wish can stay
The kiss don't know what the lips will say
Forget I've hurt you, put stones in our bed
And remember to never
Mind instead

Well, all of your letters burned up in the fire
Time is just memory mixed with desire
That's not the road, this is only the map
I said gone just like matches
From a closed-down cabaret