A secret message hidden in your posture tells me

That it's over between us, lover

I heard it on the microphone

That sweetest rancid tinkling of tiara

It's not the same as they said

When you're left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Time and place!

My best transistor can't fall through

The seven fields of four-leafed clover

It's not all over!

I reconsidered every offer

Put to me by all the hoarded lookers

It's not the same!

When you're left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Placed right

When you're left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Time and place!