Secret Door Fools On Parade Cavort and carry on The wait in lines That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
She swam out of tonight's fantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There's absolutely nothing for us here It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke At least that's the conclusion you came to in this overture
And the secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing Cause 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 I'm unveiling the unexpected I was who was nearly leaving soon Suddenly embarrased corrected How could such a creature survive in such a habitat
Then the secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing Cause she's just giggling along Even if they were to find us I wouldn't notice I'm completely occupied As all the Fools on parade Cavort and carry on For wait in lines One 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 her gaze Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture That holds her options But you're daft to think she'd care Fools on parade Fools on parade