Desperately

Called you from the queue Twelfth in line at the bloody Pompidou Jo Miro, his exquisite use of blue The gospel according to could only be you How should I know what chord I struck But it rung out like dumb luck Bouncing off the inside walls Of this awfully costly gift shop Angel, what do you want me to do? Angel, would it surprise you? I've looked so very deep inside you I still haven’t found an exceptional quality Show it to me, just show it to me I want to see it desperately Desperately Desperately Still haven't seen it And I'm desperatе to see it Oh yeah If this is me awake at last Watch mе dance across the grass To lay two heavy hands on your hourglass I’ve brought you some extortionate trinkets It's all vintage tat Saying that, merry Christmas And it's quiet through the house I want you loud, I want you now Desperately Desperately Desperately Desperate Boy who knew you're so easily spooked You might think you'd never been rebuked It was just a joke, I was just blowing smoke How's that for a rally? I'm no Gala, you're no Dali You’ll see it eventually Just quit the hash Lose the impotent moustache Ever so sailor, arm in a sling You couldn’t help but tell me Everything Everything Everything Desperately Desperately Desperately