You thrive on dancing in our laps   Before the more familiar chaps   And oh the curtain leads to fever      We watched the womanizer cry   And in the last sip you and I   Declared we might require a breather      I am the truth true through and I   Convey excitement fluently   As solid as I can busk shock      With well presented merry men   And I know all too well   I shouldn't break the key off in the lock      And the tumble splits the fray revealing silk and fit   In the fright lined dining room   Throw a gaze towards them while they feast      The days drag their heels when you're not there to crack the whip   And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of brats      The old pantomime villian follows my coat   And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slots      And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop   The cowels hide and wait to rot away, the identities of the willing      Drowned bags of sugar in the night   Rocketing shutter doors despite   The shop not opening for hours      You can itch, flap and whistle   And try to avoid the top   As I scribbled over dribble you were snoring, showing off      The tumble splits the frays revealing silk and fit   In the fright lined dining room   Throw a gaze towards them while they feast