Hanley

If I ever mock upon thoughts of a tie, And if it ever it loosens, then I might deny That every day were as great as the next And every smile were dressed to impress. I saw him last night in his pajamas, Pining over drunken summers Saying it's alright. Well, it's not right To call me up and ask for something I can't give - I told him one thing - It's alright; Don't kill tonight, As he sang: Laura Lye, Sweet Laura Lye, Queen of Jameson, Quervo dragon Laura Lye, Sweet Laura Lye Won't you please pour a drink For me. With a tee and jeans he wears a tie, passing on another lie For my sense. He prevents My resistance toward nothing - does nothing for nothing In silence - Immobile violence. Now I'm singing: Laura Lye, Sweet Laura Lye, Queen of James on Drunken liaison. Laura Lye, Sweet Laura Lye Won't you please kick James' ass For me. You know, I hate prying But I think angels are dying In sequence. In confidence, I excite the river's bend When I think things are coming to an end. I can't prevent My Laura Lye. Sweet Laura Lye, I am dragging My own sense of stagg'ring. Laura Lye, Sweet Laura Lye, Won't you please just say something To me.