Smoke & Mirrors
Oh my one, I'm so happyThat you've got so farI know the good, the greatIs working you like a charm.
Oh my one, rushing awayWith a bag full of bonesI know the place you leftStill won't leave you alone.
The crow, the cat, the bird and the beeI'm sure they would agreeThat my one is falling for tricks,Smoke and mirrors playing your wit.
A hue and cry waiting to blowUnder your skin, wherever you goStill I wish that I knewThe taste of something that good.