You thrive on dancing in our laps
Before the more familiar chaps
And all the curtain leads to feverWe watched the womanizer cry
And in the last sip you and I
Declared we might require a breatherI am the truth true through and I
Convey excitement fluently
As solid as I can busk shockWith well presented merry men
And I know all too well
I shouldn't break the key off in the lockAnd the tumble splits the fray
Revealing silk and fit
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
The days drag their heels
When you're not there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of bratsThe old pantomime villian follows my coat
And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slotsAnd meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop
The cowels hide and wait to rot away
The identities of the willingDrowned bags of sugar in the night
Rocketing shutter doors despite
The shop not opening for hoursYou can itch, flap and whistle
And try to avoid the top
As I scribbled over dribble
You were snoring, showing off
The tumble splits the frays
Revealing silk and fit
In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
