Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter. cutting. And as the signals took an age to change it was. easy pickings. So you go to the movies where they smash it up.
She'll fix you with an iron cross. And cover you up with petals. And hang you up with some amber beads. And four or five precious metals. And in that black flamingo chair.
Tears on your blackmail. Written to ransom. A point of the fingernail. Says that he's handsome. . Clowntime is over. Time to take cover. While others just talk and talk.
With their cardboard hands by their sides. Here's a naked man and lady. And they're yours to cut out and keep. So you can dress them up, maybe. . And they don't know just who they are.
She throws back her hair and she shows you her mouth. The breath that I waste trying to ruin your life. Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin.
Oh, well, I feel so loose tonight I might fall to pieces. So be prepared to sweep me out the door. And I might be horizontal by the time the music ceases.
Men made out of monkeys. Men made into mice. Happy days are here again. And all the drinks half price. A girl with a trick and a man with a calling. .
Can you be true?. Can this possibly be real?. I knew quite suddenly. Do you sense how I feel?. I long to hear you whisper my name. 'Til you tell me. "My Darling, you may be my man.".