Fingertips
In doughnut jam
I licked my lips
And it began
You came up slowly from behind
And moved serenely to the side
I held my breath
And you did say
It’s for your soul
That I do pray
The devil in
the machine
I heard the crowd roar
And then they clapped
And wanted more
Foolish games
Wicked spells
The youth I own
Had left as well
Now stand I
A foolish fellow
Who wishes
More than ever
That Id stayed mellow
But no I jumped up
Ready for battle
My armour made a mighty rattle
I saw you off
You I will slaughter
Now keep away from my daughter x