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Words & Music: Jake Thackray My darling is a dancer and nightly we go Stepping it out together lightly, toe to toe. My darling is a singing bird, a neat Jenny-wren And all her little warbling makes me sing again. There are men who come to see me: they got mohair overcoats and Aqua Velva smiles. In their ears there are maggots. In their inside pockets there are crocodiles. Oh my darling is a juniper, a clean little tree; Beneath her fragrant foliage she sweetens me. Oh my lady is a dancer and nightly we skip, Stepping it out together lightly, hip to hip. There are men who come to see me: they got nice conversation; they got barbed-wire souls. With bunched-up fists and buttocks clenched, their fingers up my buttonholes. Oh my darling is a fountain, a clear little stream, And in her lucid waters I am clean. Oh my lady is a dancer and nightly we fly Stepping it out together lightly, thigh to thigh. La la la la la la li la li Stepping it out together lightly, thigh to thigh. No tab available |