Garters

Shame on him who thinks evil of it ...and I laughed when he said "Everything's been signed for" Tell me, when you find your new virility Do you think that you are talking well When the marrow is taken Skewered ruin: you'll try to say "Sometimes I look at my hands" And you will send them and then you will try to say to me "Let me know" Woefulness has a sound Within the nighttime now I saw you ripped apart for Shame on him who thinks evil of it Thick blue ribbons Knots in my chest (Shame on him who thinks evil of it) Notice my shaking knee and caress the tip of a light pink tulip What they haves cheap peach, we havethereal thing I saw you drinking wine and I asked you for the size of your shoe size Your steps type delicate prints and Leave you to your own final impression But you walked here with no shoes You moved and left no hints No pitters left on the pebbles I'm turning into the Barefoot Contessa I'd like to dig up my tracks And send them Shame on him who thinks that he will love it