And bend your brooches down
We make a little history, baby,
every time you call around
Cut loose your dogs upon me
You are a little mystery to me
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral grounds
But when I crawl into your arms,
everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around this,
and burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby,
every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now,
for you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings and you,
Come sail your ships around me and
We'll make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Cut loose your thoughts upon me
And let your head hang down
You are a little misread to me
Every time you come around