Clementine

What's the fuss, puss

Lust dust on the cusp of the crust

I must, I must, I must not

Fluxus

Shyness, penniless, mindless, coward

You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good

You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t

Clementine

Won’t you give me a sign

Made of twine

It’s the end of the line

Well I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m lying

I’m falling, I’m drowning, drowning

Well I should, I should

I should plot against you

You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward

You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good

You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t

No you ain’t

Well I should, I should

I should plot against you

You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward

You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good

You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t

Oh won't you let me be

Won't you let me be

Let me, let me be

Let me be what I want to be

Move away, become clay

And let me say

Don't you play with me

With me, now don't you play with me

I warn you