Grey Skies
You'll see that in time
When the skies fade to gray
I'll be seeing you
When you squirm away
But baby
You'll be writhing back one day
Because you're on a rope
Attached to your neck
Attached to my feet
Got nowhere to go
Got nothing to see
So baby
Come back to me
Sit on the steps
In the alley alongside
My contortionist brain
Take off your slippers
Off with your berry beret
Take off your witchy attitude
It will all be OK
You were under my spell
Listen to what I don't say
Nothing will be this way
As the sky fades to gray
All goes away
All goes away
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