I twist and turn for you
Like a silver Barbie hanging white
As turtledoves sound off
And a partridge in a pear tree...
Are you impressed that I am dying so long?
To so whatever you think of me,
I am shy two chocolate chip cookies away
From a stone;
For am I stoned in my mind
Or am I stoned in real life?
The bag lady in the park is unknown
To whom this may concern,
The tidal waves never part anyway
For two souls of a soldier never die
And in the back of my eye
I see no such thing as love
For love is prudent in prunes
And all of my money is astray
Oh go away Barbie; go away
Stop hanging white on the dance floor
Deeming your conscience as something to be revealed
A lot of lollies in the lollipops
Dance under the radar
And nothing fixed
Turmoil is a-raising the bar
Hang me with your Skittles
And drown me in oppressed memories
I am no tit for tat;
This jazz tale you give to me,
What are the components in being an idiot?
My hometown is such agleam,
Do you mind blowing off steam?
For a soldier\'s heart is clean.