"Love is strange"

Dick told Twain,

"Fan that distant spark 

And realize the animal 

Within each beating heart"



Don't be stalling 

When love comes crawling



Dance, dance, dance

Here comes Lance

You're my lump of clay

I'll grade and critique your work today

Then's my turn to play



No one can move you the way I do

There's nothing left to hold on to

And no denying my shadow your light

I'll come to you in your dreams tonight

Oh yeah!



Crawl...