Peaches

I'll dance with you, if i'm not too late, won't give you the Blues, don't make me groan, i'm a special case, in fresh clothes and Cologne, i'll borrow you the moon, not church or state, if you'll jump this curfew, we are never alone, pearl doves at the gate, a promenade for your throne, tell me the truth, is my vision great, or lies in broken ruins, maybe a warm hazy drone, lets me stake my case, shiny as a polished stone, you make me swoon, take me as your fate, to hell with rumor, love's not for fools.