Give In To Me

The Horny Pragmatist

(c) 1977

I’ll whisper words of love in your ear

“I’ll give you a mountain

The rivers free of pollution

Anything that your heart desires

Come tomorrow these words you shall hear

I’ll give you the moon

And water to fill its

Dust dry rivers

Come next week they’ll ring ever so dear

I’ll give you a little house in the country

With a white picket fence

And anything else that your little heart craves

Come next year they’ll be just as clear

“Baby, I still love you.

Why you keep believing them people out there in the street

I love you more than ever, baby”.

Love Is

A pack of lies

Told by two people

In order

To maintain a lasting relationship