Lure And Cast

Scratch it up to luck or the summer strut
Such as stomach rush, that entrance
Sleepy high and the red rose rise
On any other night baby it could be ours

Hey now buttercup who will button up
And all the hands you lay are oddly enchanted
And you come back again so radiant

You turn in again
So, so salient to where the effervesce
Is scripted and rated

Paying no mind to Stepford desires
All the lines that fly out of my mouth

Chalk it up to luck or to suckers punch
Such loveliness that evening
Sleepy high and the red rose rise
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon tonight was going to be ours