Ita

If i fall to my knees, wail out of tune, would you show some sympathy, play me like a tambourine, make me sing the Blues, let me rest easy, and tastefully tease, with your orange daily news, my hands to cup a scream, dance feather like as a bee, buy me pink cheap perfume, teach me one two three , easy ballet scenes, you skip amidst the ruins, my lips as if deceased, weep tears for your dream, hurt me with your truth, leave with all your team, melt me lemon crude.