Cavort and carry on

For waiting eyes

That you would rather beside than in front of

But she's never be the kind to be hollowed by the stares...

She swam out of tonight's phantasm

Grabbeb my hand and made it very clear

There's absolutely nithing for us here

It's a magnolia celebration to be attemped on a Wednesday night

It's better that's to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke

At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture

The secret door swing behind us

She's saying nothin, she's just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant

Not looking like she was to leave

I had to squint in order to believe

And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf , i'm unveiling the unexpected

I, who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected

How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

And the secret door swing behind us

She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along

Even if they were to find us I wouldn't notice

I'm completely occupied

As all fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes

One you would rather be beside than in front of

But she's never been the kind to be hallowed by the stares

Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze

Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her options

But you're daft to think she'd care

Fools on parade

Fools on parade

Fools on parade conduct a sing-along