Sweeter Cold Tea

1. Our intentions stay straight as this well carved acquaintance gives a lovely and presentable silhouette agreed terms and policy not rabbit warren as debit is debit and credit is credit. But with undefined boundaries our hearts in a rustproof to avoid the pain of the past. Chorus The tea is cold but tastes sweeter the cloth is worn but smells fresher sweet flavour turn pungent is now scentier she’s never going back, this I need to accept. 2. A sandy platform where memories and reality have a monkey’s wedding. Our maturity has created such warmth already scripted the strict rules are puckered by pinching hormones highly overstaffed as life gradually becomes a trap of a whammy rotating disc for us. Chorus The tea is cold but tastes sweeter the cloth is worn but smells fresher sweet flavour turn pungent is now scentier she’s never going back, this I need to accept. 3. Compliments flood in packages of a bun from a volunteer troubadour to my babe both in sophisticated denial. Her partial availability draws colourful froth into her season then every event around her becomes very sour and less of a tony. Chorus The tea is cold but tastes sweeter the cloth is worn but smells fresher sweet flavour turn pungent is now scentier she’s never going back, this I need to accept. 4. Her life sploshes through time with ease mine is limited to the observance of our contract no one will condescend the other to move on earlier even though there is still a strong pudenda-connection between us. I have to accept that the romance has long gone into nullity. Chorus The tea is cold but tastes sweeter the cloth is worn but smells fresher sweet flavour turn pungent is now scentier she’s never going back, this I need to accept.