LYRICS

It's a LETHAL BALLET
A traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts
Scotch, dinner

And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP and no one's watching
My oldest friends, a serious habit
FLY BOY BLUE, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of across I move

Someone's dancing on the box
A former MP and no one's watching
My oldest friends, a serious habit
FLY BOY BLUE so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres across I move

Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just LUCKY
I'm having a shindig
Me, red Bob and the ivory hoe stands

Someone shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
AND SO I FLY, so far, so good at home
You and me, trampoline
And oceans across I move

What can be said of the cigarette smokes?
A prop for a joke or a mock on the clock
If I stopped ?? kiss me, forgiven me ??
Perverse as it may sound, I sometimes believe
A tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
I can't decide over whiskey and wine
Round and abandon all malice for joy
That was scooped with trust, little more than a boy
And besides, I'm an excellent company
I'm reaching the age when decisions are made
On the live I've lived and sure ??
But mother, forgive me, I still wanna puddle off good Irish whiskey
And a bundle of smokes on my grave
But there isn't words yet for the cold that I get
From the gentle ?? of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
Where mischief appears either side of the sky
Who knows, made by ??

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