He Spun a Dozen Times Lyrics

Tighten till tight

Hold my fingers crossed

Hold my legs beneath your face -

and no death was close

And the foal that was sold

And the foal that was cold

All right I said

Glad it is a girl

Hope she is a fool

Beauty and a fool

And I know cause I've been there

Seen and done that too

Her eyes flashed around in the crimson room

Hold my belief

Hold before they close

Travel thru time

Party has begun

People would go and went

Arrived and made an attempt

I was on my way

Getting roaring drunk

Descended these steps

Thru garden and about

When I was here last

I tore my gown indeed

Somebody told me that he killed a man once

You don't look interested

Laughed and turned to me

They simply force their way

Too polite to object

He wanted nothing less

That she never did

Trouble on the road

Was she really killed?

You'd better come home

He turned back eagerly

I walked away and left

Left him standing there

In the moonlight watching over nothing

Care carelessness

Their carelessness

He threw dust

Deserved no praise