I will not have it, sir.
Enough of unassuming sweetness.
Enough of unassuming sweetness.
If you turn toward the waxing moon and sigh one more time
I will smack you about the face.
Come instead, and sneak into this cemetery with me.
The resting souls there will not mind us, I promise.
They won't even notice if we tell dirty limericks,
Or, flat on our backs, look up the stone angel's nose.
And from there it is an easy distance to saying secrets and kissing.
I have always preferred you,
But I do not want to sit so long in silence.
Be daring, Pierrot, and use your mouth.
Speak, clamorously if you must.
Let's vandalize the night
With our clanging shouts to God.
Come instead, and sneak into this cemetery with me.
The resting souls there will not mind us, I promise.
They won't even notice if we tell dirty limericks,
Or, flat on our backs, look up the stone angel's nose.
And from there it is an easy distance to saying secrets and kissing.
I have always preferred you,
But I do not want to sit so long in silence.
Be daring, Pierrot, and use your mouth.
Speak, clamorously if you must.
Let's vandalize the night
With our clanging shouts to God.
