All my saints have taken bribes   Singing going going gone   All the angels taken dives    Leaving you the only one      If I lose a sequin here and there   More salt than pepper in my hair   Can I rely on you    When all the songs are through   To be for me the everthere?   everthere      Slide into another book   Now and then laugh out loud   Throw that very dirty look   Which says; OK, stop staring at me now      If I lose the sequence here and there   Less derring do than quiet care   Can I rely on you    For a good talking to   To be for me the everthere?   Everthere      If I lose a sequin here and there   And take my time on every stair   Can I rely on you   When this whole thing is through   To be for me the everthere?   Everthere