You thrive on dancing in our laps Before the more familiar chaps And oh the curtain leads to fever
We watched a womaniser cry And in the last sip you and I Declared we might require a breather
I am the truth true through and I Can feign excitement fluently As solid as I can busk shock
With well presented merriment And I know all too well I shouldn't break the key off in the lock
And the tumble splits the frame, 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 brass
The old pantomime villian follows my coat And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slots
And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop The cowls hang and wait to rot away the identities of the willing
Drowned bags of sugar in the night Rocketing shuttered doors despite The shop not opening for hours
You can itch, flap, and whistle And try to avoid the talk As I scribbled over drivel you were snoring, showing off
The tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit In the fright lined dining room Throw a gaze towards them while they feast
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