A Pound Of Pure

your big eyes saying ‘swear to God I'm excited!'
so cut up some pure, give me some white
and try to look alive if you can
‘cause the fortune's yours if you last through the night

so you're
ill used
tell me more
way layed
and loved
and died for

those lips saying ‘when in Rome be a Roman!'
so start right here, make me believe
the lash and spur and temper alike
are less than glad but a sight more than pleased

we thought somehow
that more could change - could make this right
we felt ‘till now
we'd have some more and then we'd be just fine

so keep it to yourself or tell me now what you think