History Of Art Lyrics

I've got my problems, sombrero difference.
It's the history of art as you know it.
And it's a business of repetition...
You can show me the way to Bend, Oregon.
It's not the same as you remember it.
Twice you've been removed from the breeze of summer haircuts,
Perhaps it's time we teamed up now.

Nutrition it seems blocks your vision,
Lost control of will in late September.
I thought I was attracted to your singular style,
Perhaps it's time we teamed up now.