Half Hour Verve

His touch line a stern upper Under which his glass is studied Nine by nine numbered lines Full of scope and my lonely payed He caught her naked Powerless with her pale face One half hour verve He gazed into her His porridge order bored her A lonely Irish toad His tip did look immaculate In the fog, when her fever broke She resumes through the dark The crude view, couldn't face it One half hour verve He gazed into her One half hour verve Revolving the earth One step out of time One step at a time One step out of line, ooh One step out of time One step at a time One step out of line, ooh One step out of time One step out of time One step out of line One half hour verve He gazed into her One half hour verve Revolving the earth