Bayonne - Little Comets

He wears commitment like a coat of arms

A fragile weight for him to bear

It’s in the structure of innocent charm

That hangs between them everywhere

You slip

And put another rubber bullet in my back again

You slip, you slip

You slip

And put another rubber bullet in my back again

You slip, you slip

Fate dances on a pliable line that keeps love apart

From all that enmity could bear

He feels the ache of her effulgent heart

And so resolves to disappear

And so I carry on

To Bayonne, Bayonne, Bayonne

Where my anatomy can sooner find alacrity

To set me apart from it all

For feeling far too much, too young

You slip

And put another rubber bullet in my back again

You slip, you slip

You slip

And put another rubber bullet in my back again

You slip, you slip

Always be suspicious when they put their arms around you

And they tell you they’re delighted to see you

You slip

And put another rubber bullet in my back again

You slip, you slip