There are two kinds of people. A, my love and I. B, other. Two kinds of people. 1, the gray and. 2, me and my lover. . All people fall into two camps.
So the sun goes down and the world goes dancing. And the stars come out and they all go dancing. And there is nothing I'd like more. Than a twirl across this rickety old floor.
I do believe, our love's in danger. I might as well, be loving air. You look at me, like I'm a stranger. You look at me, like I'm not there. . I gaze into, your eyes of blue.
Before you left your garrison. You'd had a drink, maybe two. You don't remember Paris, hon. But it remembers you. . It's true, we flew to Paris, dear.
I met Ferdinand de Saussure. On a night like this. On love he said, "I'm not so sure. I even know what it is". . "No understanding, no closure. It is a nemesis.
At the dolls' tea party. we fritter away. The long afternoon of a warm summer day. With extended pinkies and pink cloisonn. Cups and saucers and pots and a liberty tray.
The cactus where your heart should be. Has lovely little flowers. So though it's always pricking me. My ardor never sours. . The cactus where your heart once was.
People of Earth, when you dance, dance the Dada Polka. Life is only a dream. When in the mood for romance dance the Dada Polka. Be as cute as you seem.