R.O.B.Y.N.

Never neglect the marrow of your head in the clouds In favour of your desire to stop being unstoppable I melted with stream and fought with the current Asking to turn on a tuppence In favour of clean I could not hold down If not for expending my woman R.O.B.Y.N. R.O.B.Y.N. The pursing of lips and the passing of piece And the turning of tide in the clammer of me And I keep all your receipts Dot all the 'I's in my name if you'd have it Facing downstream, you are no salmon We'll play with small statues When our counters fall through the cracks If you'd end on your Back with me If you'd end on your Back with me R.O.B.Y.N. From the font of your youth 'Til the draw of your sluice Past the box hedgerow roots And the rearing of newts R.O.B.Y.N. Hunch over my page and fill up my quill Ravage my days Take your fill R.O.B.Y.N. If you'd end on your Back with me If you'd end on your Back with me R.O.B.Y.N.