your big eyes saying ‘swear to God I’m excited!’nnso cut up some pure, give me some whitennand try to look alive if you cannn‘cause the fortune’s yours if you last through the nightnnnnso you’rennill usednntell me morennway layednnand lovednnand died fornnnnthose lips saying ‘when in Rome be a Roman!’nnso start right here, make me believennthe lash and spur and temper alikennare less than glad but a sight more than pleasednnnnwe thought somehownnthat more could change - could make this rightnnwe felt ‘till nownnwe’d have some more and then we’d be just finennnnso keep it to yourself or tell me now what you think