Potatoes of the Night

[Leanne]

She wears dew-drop stockings with a gumdrop smile,
has a soul made of paper, tar and straw,
worth pennies from the market, nothing more --
not worth crying for...

He has dragondust eyes and a peppercorn tongue,
with a half-eaten plate of savoir-faire,
and a shelf full of wisdom wash-n-wear,
never had a care....

They drifted along two cabernet canals,
to the east, to the west and down the drain,
in a sweet spiral dance toward insane --
sing a bright refrain...

They met in the middle, in a town called Wrong,
on an ice covered street with signs of grey,
they both knew the symptoms right away --
cue the rondelet...

O happy joy
Now innocence has run away
O happy joy
A simple case of girl meets boy
And boy invites the girl to play
Two cynics met their match today
O happy joy