Showdown for the showoff
Lay down, to get off
Turn her off, GET OFF IT
Officially superficial,
Yeah it's a fiscal year
For those who don't have the luxury
of a real tear jerker
Ready to jump back on the saddle
Never look back or react to admit
to the love of the paddle
Or the people,
What choice?!,for a sweet girls sour voice
Let her dance dervishes and be devilish
Let the smitten have redemption.
( Under the house with the pious steeple)
May(be) the bats circle where in the midst of the clamour
We all thought we had that glamour
Just wish I knew,
Who the hell has the strength
To ring that bell of Hope every Sunday
