Love is Strange
Dick told Twain,
fan that distant spark
and realize the animal
within each beating heart.
Don`t be stalling
when love comes crawling.
Dance, dance, dance -
here comes Lance.
You`re my lump of clay.
I`ll grade and critique your work today,
then`s my turn to play.
No one can move you the way I do.
There`s nothing left to hold on to
and no denying my shadow youor light.
I`ll come to you in your dreams tonight.
Oh - yeah!