Fools on parade Cavort and carry on See waiting eyes That you'd rather be beside than infront of But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
She swam out of tonight’s phantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There's absolutely nothing for us here It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night It's better than to get a reputation for miserable little tyke At least that’s the conclusion you came to in this overture
The secret door swings behind us She’s saying nothing She’s just giggling along.
Her arms were folded most indignant Not looking like she was soon to leave I had to squint in order to believe And then like a pull and push in on a bookshelf I'm unveiling the unexpected How he was ever gonna look to her Should've been embarrassed and corrected How could such a creature survive in such a habitat.
The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along And even if they were to find us I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied At all the...
Fools on parade Cavort and carry on See waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
Fools on parade Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture That holds her options But you’re daft to think she'd care.
Fools on parade Fools on parade Fools on parade conduct a sing-along