Forty Eight

Oh go away with you, don't take me as your fate, love's not for fools, useless to sing, or say sorry you're late, whenever you ring, to hell with rumour, if i want to pulsate, when i dance with you, it don't mean a thing, you're no special case, in fresh clothes and things, you'll borrow the moon, not church or state, to let me jump curfew, you're never my cling, my vision isn't great, can't see anything, I lie in sweet ruin, a warm hazy daze, let me go with you, praise all the days.