Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...
I read his life and times,
and visited his grave...
Can anyone tell
me why Earth is ratted...
He carved his name in the tree
of the new old town he found...
Funny the song is so long
My fingers on frets, my head's on the rail...
It starts at evening, the silent weave of scent
billowing through the door, seeping in the carpet...
She comes every other month
Maybe every two if I play my cards right...
Don't cry for what you get
I will admit what you get...
A voice says "Hi"
And eyes lock on mine...
Like Cinderella but with an attitude
I'm busy day to day...
Don't look a Gift Horse in the Mouth
Unless it happens to be...
My Achilles heel is itching
but I find it so enriching...