YOU LOVE ME MAYBE?
YOU PASS MY WINDOW EVERY DAY
WITH YOUR DAUGHTER AT PLAY
OH HANDSOME GUY
I ASK MYSELF WHY
THAT WIFE OF YOURS
YOU SEEM TO ENDURE
SIMPLY SEEMS TO LOVE YOU NOT
AND I REALLY ASK FOR WHAT?
A HANDSOME GUY I HAVE NEVER SEEN
WHAT WOULD IT MEAN IF YOU WERE FREE
AND YOU SAT AWHILE WITH ME
UNDER THE LILAC TREE
AND THERE YOU TOOK MY HAND IN YOURS
WHEN WE KISSED OUR LIPS SO PURE
AND WE TOOK THE JOURNEY HOMELAND BOUND
LISTENING TO THE FOUNTAINS SOUND
YOU FILL MY DELIGHT
I WONDER WHAT PROMISES IN THE NIGHT
WOULD HOURS STOP IN THE MIDST OF TIME?
WHILE WE WERE DRINKING LILAC WINE?
Mad in America Theme
Dancing on a moonbeam
When captured outside at night
Howling a furry sight
In woods rustled with leaves
Two mates did conceive
Pups of mini thieves
Who stole away people’s minds
And worked madly kind
Shining down they did find
A deep mental mine
Where puppy wolves could dig
Sanity sugar big
Then boarding a golden rig
Madly panning in a brook
For insane nuggets understood
That cured all wolves of furry kind
That had found they lost their minds
Back to sunshine and the dawn
Dreams a sleepy yawn
To daybreak chorus sweet
Where night and day meet
Fixed in a transition under the stars
Sleeping in an aqua barge
Floated down the river of reality
Wheels turning down Mississippi
Embankments of filigree
Rich in sanity
From the wisest tree
Happiness for eternity.
Early morning in my tree
Two happy magpies I see
One for sorrow two for joy
What on Earth waits for me?
I’m insanely in love with you
Started when I asked you for help
With my insanity
Then turned into insane love
It’s the sort of love that sets on fire
A burning flame of desire
Lit by a flint of madness
It never burns out
Even when I am sane
This insane love remains
Crazy as a Patsy Kline song
And you simply say
You never feel this way
Still insanely in love with you
What do I do?
Can your sessions cure me of this?
And persuade me I know better?
Is there a true cure for love?
Or am I doomed forever?
Who would have thought it?
That cats had such power?
Two simple Tabbys purring
On my knee when my life was sour?
My teardrops falling down my face
When people have abandoned me so
That a cat curled up on my shoulder
Gave me all his love in this dark place
I want to die the pain is unbearable
Then a whiskery nose touches my lips
And I know like it or not
I must live and remain alive
Because by my cats I have been kissed!
THE HEART WHISPERER IN HIS DAY
ROUNDS UP HEARTS ON HIS WAY
HE PICKS THEM UP WHEN THEY ARE FALLEN
MASSAGES THEM WITH HIS CALLING
INJURED AND HURT WHEN HE FINDS THEM
BROKEN AND BATTERED LOVING WORDS AND THEN
LETS WOMEN UNLOAD ON HIS SHOULDERS
LOVING WORDS AS THEIR STORY UNFOLDS
HE CURES THEM COMPLETELY AND THEN WILL SAY
HE SENDS THEM ON TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY
THE HEART WHISPERER KNOWS THE SECRETS OF LIFE
AND HEALS WOMEN FROM THEIR STRIFE
HE CURED ME OF MY PAIN
NOW I FIND HE CANNOT REMAIN
BUT IF HE EVER FOUND THAT IN HIS LIFE
HE EVER WANTED ANOTHER WIFE
THEN THIS HEART IS GIVEN COMPLETELY
BECAUSE HE HEALED IT SO VERY SWEETLY