Peter

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, we won’t give a clue, life isn't a trombone, don’t sound like a choir, why should they 'phone, your small cup of ruin, brighter than fire, will get you in tune, you know you know, this poisoned desire, but we leave you alone, whoever needs the truth, asks who's for hire, we’ll tell them what’s new, if someone moans, when you perspire, we'll have their bones, down on the avenue, sing on the wire, always pay your dues, you're a straight flyer.