10 moons rising
10 moons rising to my fingertips, do I bite them off and bring on my own eclipse?
I was hoping for an end to the pain but there isn't any hope of that on this train.
Send in the army, send in the troops to release these people
from you and your thigh length boots.
You've got more clothes on than some women here
but the way that you wear them makes them all disappear.
And you're sitting quietly making so much noise...
...and I can't turn you down, these silly boys they all know what they're missing, YOU.
They circle around hoping for just one souvenir of all they cannot have.
Brazen and coy with effortless poise and more than a hint of Kelly's grace,
I hate to intrude but before you cause a scene we must leave...
we really must go now.
Man with his eyes locked in a cage has been reading the same page over to the click, click, click
of his wife knitting furiously and you can bet that when they get home
she'll make him wear it for a week.
And then the sandwich boy brings us reprieve
but the tension is heightened by his trolley with the squeaky wheel.
I'll never fathom the chaos you bring you're a bottle marked poison but they still drink you in.
We'll be picking up eyeballs and rolling in their tongues...
oh no, what have you done to these silly boys...etc
Me with your head on my shoulder. The looks I get are distinctly cold.
I'm saving their jealousy and hatred till my ego is fed-up and feasted.
If you show no sign of dimming your flame, your silk skin will crackle and I'll become insane.
You say "Baby I'm bored" Oh please don't start a fight,
you've already set all the men on this train alight...
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