What works for one works not for two
Idle hands, idle shoes
--there's a pair for me and a pair for you
Loose, loose are the soles of the boots,
mine
That are far more travelled than yours
Yours that tread gently over those who fell for you
Gave gave their lives for you
And you beat them black and blue
With the high heel of your shoe
And you made sure all their hearts broke in two
That won't do, won't do, won't do
Mad men don't see the verdant view
Mad men don't know the heart of the Ewe
And you don't either, do you
I can see through you
--you know that, too
And maybe I can help you improve
That broken heart that belongs to you
Because don't you know I love you
I do, I truly, truly do
How can you believe I don't when you know it's true!
How can you claim to be one way, but be two?
You're lying, aren't you?
Remember I can see you
Right through you
Like a bullet that pierces through
Or a knife that cleaves in two
Much like the way you used to
With words that smothered to me from you
And to others from you, too.
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