gold teeth II

Terrance F. Flaherty Lycidas at worldnet.att.net
Tue Jul 27 10:14:55 CDT 1999


Sorry, it's gold teeth II.



                             Y O U R    G O L D    T E E T
H    I    I


                       Who are these children who scheme and
run wild
                       Who speak with their wings and the
way that they smile?
                       What are the secrets they trace in
the sky,
                       And why do you tremble each time they
ride by?

                       CHORUS:
                       Throw out your gold teeth
                       and see how they roll;
                       The answer they reveal
                       life is unreal.

                       Who are these strangers who pass
through the door,
                       Who cover your action and go you one
more?
                       If you're feeling lucky you best not
refuse;
                       It's your game the rules are your own
win or lose.

                       [chorus]

                       [solo]

                       [chorus]






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