She swam out of tonight's phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration
To be attended on a Wednesday night
It's better that than get a reputation
As a miserable little tyke
At least that's the conclusion
She came to in this overture
The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
And unveiling the unexpected
I who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected.
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
Even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied
At all the fools on parade
Cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind
To be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about
To make a gaze turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her absence
But you're daft to think she'd care
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Conduct a sing-along
