A secret message hidden in your posture tells me 

That it's over between us, lover 

I heard it on the microphone 

That sweetest rancid tinkling of tiara 

It's not the same as they said 



When you're left dry 

Saline is much like your smile 

Time and place! 



My best transistor can't fall through 

The seven fields of four-leafed clover 

It's not all over! 

I reconsidered every offer 

Put to me by all the hoarded lookers 

It's not the same! 



When you're left dry 

Saline is much like your smile 

Placed right 

When you're left dry 

Saline is much like your smile 

Time and place!Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com