Eating Salt Is Easy

Whose book is looking over my shoulder? I'm sure I've read it, but then again I'm far too kind Look, make me feel colder Unkindness chimes my fear of whispering lies Isn't it just fine, with your cheese biscuits and wine I've seen my way across a room with you So I'll see my way across the Malibu moon I've learned a lot from drinking Brooke Bond tea You were born to walk the streets at night with me And no catacombic laughter A flower pole with sinners in a camera And with manners of a statesman Oh what a reputation I've seen my way across a room with you So I'll see my way across the Malibu moon And eating salt is easy, when it's from a spoon