72-74 - The Spinanes
Nova siecle gets up from her desk
Crosses the shag into the oval aura
Hitches up her body-clinged dress
Straightens her hose the alliance
Whistling dixie reaching for the keys
Smiling ever so slyly in the land of the spooky
Stuck up on the ladder of success
Flaunting redemption and
The angel of judgement stares down through her wings
Why can't you be more like a woman for me
On the seventy-second hailing the back end
Comin in for a landing to butterfly heaven
Ladies run for cover
He's a lousy son of a
I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love her four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy work
Straddle lying down the empty streets
Shuffling and muttering as if there wasn't
Dimes of daughters under the
Soul-stealin back-movin likeness of your
Handsome and grateful catching the late shows
Your mustachio man real my eloy
Ladies run for cover
He's a dirty son of a
I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love the four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy
I can't say anything
I can't stop staring
I love the four across
And watch for the eighteen lost
I'm waiting for the chance to jump on out of
Your little boy world
