Bobby

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, don’t give them a clue, life isn't a stone, thrown into the fire, why should I atone, my little cup of ruin, is no more than desire, I still have the tunes, know in my bones, this poisoned desire, does it make you groan, whoever reads the news, to see who's for hire, I know my own truth, if no one 'phones, who needs a choir, leave me well alone, I’ll dance down the avenues, sing on the wire, I’ve always paid dues, am no kiss ass liar.