There
are those who own,
The world around your own.
And say you want to swan,
one to one
Hey kid they own the pond.
There are
those who rest,
And those who make the beds,
And should you seek redress
Can't you guess?
Hey child they own this mess.
So if these star-dust memories,
memories, fail to please,
If you confuse this dinner
dance with elegance,
If you suffer lack of due
respect,
Take comfort from the guessing game aspect,
That she is least where you expect.
Please be ashamed that
you're afraid,
Equating elegance and real
estate.
When all the bullion in the world,
Cannot trans form what's
simply second rate.
But will yea no come
assess me
Boastfully.
I'll not be bought
By your silver plated come to me.
So don't you do come
try me.
Because these star-dust memories,
memories, fail to please.
They're not alike this dinner dance,
This elegance,
And if you want to swan,
one to one
Kid you don't need the pond.
There are those whose time,
Is due for steep de cline.
If you can't find the spot,
Where their time stops,
Just ask who built the clocks.