I came to look at the new filly in the fumble so daintly restrained oh she's called lily mustn't grumble she's too fine-boned to sink, but her heart's a hundred pounds and she is not the one to be to blame moaning over how, men don't want her best and how her absence of curvaceousness completes the mess with no one to consult, but the case of her pillow stands here weeping like willow eyes of rust hair in flax carry dust and drink claret I'm aswell in need of care tell me do you want to share? you and I we're running wild and then she seemed to get, what I was trying to say away melted her dimples and her childhood went with it she rails against the world, leading her astray that if you want to be heard add some lachrymal fluid I said lily really don't want to see you cry so let me use this age-old technique with the one thing that is getting wet when it dries meaning my hand wiping the tears off your cheek you and I we're running wild breathless you just stole my breath and now we're done caring about the weather heartless you have cured my heartache and we're done caring about the weather you and I we're running wild