Deft Left Hand

You seem the types who follow the line

Went from cheery vagabondage

To cold blooded luxury in four years

No lick spittle or pick thack

From sycophant claw back flunky

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Weakened vessel or better half?

That woman's tears

Could be the death of me, oh dear

You know when she's had a few

She'll be onto you, there's no letting up

But, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

It may happen too easily, the golden years

So don't despair, don't dismay dry your tears

Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds

I, I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio

They were more liberal times

Destined to drone in monotone on your radio

It's a little dream of mine

Oh, but comments were less than complimentary

And the deft left hand it followed the right

I think about my happiest times

And one of them was, sat in bed

Watching a documentary on murderers

A bear cat, a mimosa and a view of arcady

Well, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will surely lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

I want to lay by your side

Oh, I'll surely lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

I want to lay by your side