LIVING ROOMS MAY UP AND DIE
Living rooms may up and die
Mudwrestling muddies up your eyes
Missiles get a bit missguided
But not me 'cause I've just decided
I'd walk through the thorns and thistles
For a love without the bells and whistles
Like ruffians in a diamond store
I'll be the ocean on your shore
I'd die for you in my boots
Say it with twenty-one gun salutes
I'd walk through the thorns and thistles
For a love without the bells and whistles
Dear John my John deer tractors stuck
In hot pursuit my words run amok
Like a reluctant bunch of young recruits
Say 'Light my fire!' or I'll exit cute
I'd walk through the thorns and thistles
For a love without the bells and whistles
© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers