Baby why’m I worried now did someone make a fool of me   ’fore I could show ’em how it’s done? La la la la lala la la La la la la lala la la Can’t give up actin’ tough it’s all that I’m made of.   Can’t scrape together quite enough   to ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love.               There were times that I tried One for every glass of water that I spilled next to the bed wretching pennies in a boiling well in a dream that it once becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells. They shake me deaf and dumb   say "Someone made a fool of me   ’fore I could show ’em how it’s done."             It was so clear to me   that it was almost invisible. I lie across the path waiting   just for a chance to be a spiderweb trapped in your lashes. For that I would trade you my empire for ashes. But I choke it back how much I need love La la la la lala la la La la la la lala la la