Jumped in to swim with morning tea leaves
They whispered steam
Climbed out to dry on your magazine
Your glossy altarpiece
Everyone is selling something
Don’t believe me, don’t believe me
Never spending, never lending out
Their spare change, their spare change
Tunneled and bored deep into your handbag
The smallest thief
Nail files and armies of indentured keys
Sharper than sharks teeth
Chorus
I don’t mind all the time
Chorus
Back then you wore your noblesse oblige on silver sleeves
At the first sign of danger do hide your tail between your knees?
Copyright (C) 2006 Jon Ericson
January 1st, 2009 → 10:51 am @ Jon
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