Deft Left Hand

Deft Left Hand

You seem the type to follow the line

Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years

No lick spittle or pickthack from syncophant claw back flunky

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Weaker vessel or better half?

That woman's tears could be the death of me.... oh dear

You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up

But, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

It may hap that these are they - the golden years

So don't despair don't dismay dry your tears

Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds

I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio

They were more liberal times

Destined to drone in monotone on your radio

It's a little dream of mine

Oh but comments were less than complimentary

And the deft left hand it followed the right

I think about my happiest times and one of them was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers

A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I'll surely lay down and die

I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side