Not the cheapest champagne,
A fine cigar,
Not cigarette stains.
Give me a gourmet meal:
A fine cuisine.
A toast as we coast
Through our own tragic themes.
Give me glamour
that stammers
The heart when it sees.
Give me kisses a plenty
To make me weak at the knees.
Give me memorys to smile at
When I’m worn at the knees.
I don’t want to see you:
This Mars bar, this snack.
A facless commodity,
A fish to throw back.
A fish to throw back.
Give me a heart that’s a tart
That only wants me,
Blinkers on winkers
So youre all that I see.
Give me love that is pure
That is all that I see.
Give me you on a plate,
I want you in me.
Give me you on a plate,
I want you in me.
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