An' I use no knife or pistol an' I never take no harm,
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
but look at me,
And sing a song of gray.
I'd call the boys 'Suzy' and I'd call the girls 'Harry,'
He sat on horse half tilted right
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
To enjoy the old wine in new glasses;
Fifteen hundred miles away:
Is it just me?
An' I use no knife or pistol an' I never take no harm,
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
but look at me,
And sing a song of gray.
I'd call the boys 'Suzy' and I'd call the girls 'Harry,'
He sat on horse half tilted right
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
To enjoy the old wine in new glasses;
Fifteen hundred miles away:
Is it just me?