Your cords are tight as the beat
Of the gun boots on your feet
But love is all when you play
And when you're quiet, you say
That your chest is tied and anchored
To the ground and round my feet
My feet
Like elm, she is velvet green
But painter made her look tangerine
Her room and her looks be austere
And paint her view to be clear
And her chest not tied and anchored
To the ground and 'round my feet
My feet