Songs of Love

Pale, pubescent beasts
 Roam through the streets
 And coffee-shops
 Their prey gather in herds
 Of stiff knee-length skirts
 And white ankle-socks
 But while they search for a mate
 My type hibernate
 In bedrooms above
 Composing their songs of love
 Young, uniform minds
 In uniform lines
 And uniform ties
 Run round with trousers on fire
 And signs of desire
 They cannot disguise
 While I try to find words
 As light as the birds
 That circle above
 To put in my songs of love
 Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
 Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
 So sing while you have time
 Let the sun shine down from above
 And fill you with songs of love
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 Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
 Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
 So sing while you still can
 While the sun hangs high up above
 Wonderful songs of love
 Beautiful songs of love
 Beautiful songs of love
 Beautiful songs of love