As the day begins to climb Out of the excess and into the ink press
She can spot a figure there; apologetically poised to kill; all’s silent in the kitchen until

I don’t go if you don’t go That’s all there is to know I don’t go if you don’t go
No No

“Where do you fit in?” she grins. Bomb after lip balm shakes in redemption.
As the day begins to cut just like a fog horn She finds a reason to forgive

I don’t go if you don’t go That’s all there is to know I don’t go if you don’t go
No No

Just lovely!

Show, show me, sugar bee. I’d climb a mountain if I could but I can’t.
Three wishes I cannot grant How could a queen love an ant?
This aint a song it’s a chant [and the monks say:]

I don’t go if you don’t go!

A smarter stupid. That’s our cupid.