Rob Jones (Graphic Design) - Blunderbuss lyrics

I had my dream, I held your hand on that broad avenue We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew We left your man alone in drag, laughin' there at us A romantic bust, a blundered turn, explosive blunderbuss An ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory And when your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me Pools of brown and sea of red an' demons in your pocket That same romance performed a dance inside a silver locket Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Corner exit, not tall enough to walk out standin' straight Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gait You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to You took me to a public place to quietly blend into Such a trick pretendin' not to be doin' what you want to do But seems like everybody does this every waking moment I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded "So selfish, them" would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue Doin' what two people need is never on the menu (Chorus)