The Loved One
Strange Boutique
My love carries me recites old poetry aware so sweetly
My love carries me through the assigned delights thoughts airborn to adore
In the smile abandoned the thoughts of all women heard of no more
It's in their eyes It's in his eyes
My love carries me through the shadows the brightened doorways etched in stone
Lose my mind to the skirmish the slight attention the Guru Raman
In the bow to The Blessed Reverend Father and the Son
It's in their eyes It's in his eyes
Shame Shame what a Shame
It's in their eyes It's in his eyes
My love carries me through the assigned delights so sweetly My love carries me
My love carries me
