Clunking keys of a broken tune
Danced by a lady in a pink tutu
My ears were captivated by the harp
Yet my insatiable eyes cannot grasp
The vision of an elegant spinner
That I kept alive with a turning timer.
Clunking keys of a broken tune
Danced by a lady in a pink tutu
My ears were captivated by the harp
Yet my insatiable eyes cannot grasp
The vision of an elegant spinner
That I kept alive with a turning timer.