Lewis Furey

The first time I saw you you were dancing in the rain.
That was your way my honey of nursing your pain.
I say how very apropos, what a clever so and so,
and I cast you as my poetic young man.

The next time I saw you your eyes were all ablaze.
We talked of my plans for you and you were neutralized with praise.
I say how very apropos, what a modest so and so,
and I cast you as my poetic young man.

Well whatever you've gained, boy I'm ripping it off you -
the particular stamp of your peculiar pain.
And whatever you've trained for kid I'm busting
love me now cause I'm leaving you.

The last time I saw you you were standing in the sun.
Frozen, immortal, you had a hand on your gun.
I say how very apropos, what a perfect so and so,
and I cast you as my muse forever and ever more.

I cast you, I cast you as my muse
forever and ever and ever more.