Swing Up!

Bit of a crooning doesn’t hurt on a such beautifully lousy Sunday

SWUNG-UP

Took a walk
down the road
to the velly | still in the bloom

looked up
got dizzy
took slumber | by the plume

here you stole my heart | silly!
here we lost our mind
love of all kind falls | silly!
lovers are falling of a kind

Small thieves
in a big city
looking out | for bread and a bed

Oh these lovers
con-artists
steal you heart | and live in your head

here I am yours and yours forever
here you’re quite a find
love of all kind falls | silly!
lovers are falling of a kind

Truth was dirty
dare lovely
a tree house | no one knew about

let’s get older
hiding up here
we were happy | but we had our doubts

Takes a fell
to tell a fall
and lovers to tell | love is blind
love of all kind falls | silly!
lovers are falling of a kind.

Swing-up, Swing-up, Swing-up, Swing-up,
…and fall!