Fat Lashed

mayhem on high
never getting from to to fro tonight
never slipping by nicely
might get a smash heading on the way
but why can't I just be slight and sly?

She said
oh he said
weather looks fine tonight

he said
oh she said
cool it down my life's on tired slow

But we can't play it up like tightrope dancers

Fancy that flighty star
fighting to get to and fro brightly
but white hyper hot can't manage
star light or star sight but can the star go miles
like this love tries worryingly to get right

She said
oh he said
the moon might make you loony

He said
oh she said
could you trust the tired slow

But we can't stride like tightrope dancers

she said
oh he said
how much night can make you love

He said
oh she said
can I get some fat lashed money

But we can't love like tightrope dancers