Not the Lionel Rich Tea biscuit version

I can see it in your.eyes As they rest in silver spoons I can see it in your smile As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips Are you somewhere feeling lonely Nope cause the chainsaw drips with pieces I made of you and there bagged and leaning against the wall Or is someone there with you It’s okay I will be sending more your way Hello Not me you should be looking for