He Gives Speeches Lyrics

He gives speeches but they put him
Back in bed where he wrote his satire
He gives speeches, always reaches
Out a lot, led him to discover
Silken hair, more silken hair
Fell on his face and no wind was blowing

Stepped across a golden field
And saw that she was soon trailing after
She was nice and didn′t bite
He fell into her friendly persuasion

Late that night, robbed by a streetlight
Little hand shadowed on the ceiling