I’ve got em dry eyes
though I look at you, I can't cry
Even so, oh no, it's you I despise.
When the clouds are up,
and the moon's shut shop,
staring into the blue,
gold strands captivate me.
Lifted as though in a dream
biscotti flowers and marmalade streams.
You, with nothing but a vicious l'il gleam
stung my appetite, wasn’t that extreme?
If this is ever-after,
is happily included?
When I last heard ‘em squeal
They said t’is a package deal!”