Verse 1
The news goes unreported
On this side of oops a daisy
You will find him out of sorts
Most days when he is drinking
He imagines her contorted
I can't wait for her retort
When she finds out what he's been thinking
Chorus
Would it not be great, to be the light fantastic
And like the mother of a great romance
It moves as slow as molasses
Are all your skeletons jangling
In a way that will make you crazy
Giving the appearance of
Stability, when you're left dangling
The threads are barely held together
With what is left of your soul
Tinted by the strangest colors
A rose is a rose but for you
M8
Keep something up their sleeve
Steve Nieve
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