The Key - Seachange

We stood in church at your father’s request the morning after the night before

With your bright red nail varnished finger, you pointed across the pages of

biblical text

You spoke with looks and smiles showing me through the passages of Ruth

And how she successfully obliged in doing all that her mother-in-law told her

to do

We followed the mother’s day sermons with the light streaming in from the east

windows

We had been read to from the second book of Moses about how his mother saved

him from the Pharaoh

Oh

Its over

Casanova

Oh

She’s turned her back on you

Oh

Its over

Casanova

Oh

You’re chasing the kisses that she blew

You’re hard to please cutesy-coy Woolfey wink-o'-the-eye act could make any man

weak at the knees

You smoke like an Italian, walk like an Egyptian, you seem to carry it all off

with ease

Eastern olive skin, waxed legs, great skin, with a consistently good taste in

men

You like to step out smart, look trim, but without ever following the latest

high street trends

Now I realize, I’m far from qualified to bring your character into question

But it seems to me your world might end without you receiving the correct forms

of attention

You have the sweetest ways, deistic sways and a perfectly holistic demeanor

But when that holier-than-thou tone creeps into you voice, I do think I could

live without you

Oh

Its over

Casanova

Oh

She’s turned her back on you

Oh

Its over

Casanova

Oh

You’re chasing the kisses that she blew

She

Was holding the key

To this damned city

(And it looked pretty good you know)