This Is Our Lot

By smirking prank of fate

We find ourselves dancing late

Like young reprobates

By the milky light of the mighty moon

Find someone to nuzzle to

And waltz from the room

Were all quiffed and cropped

This is our lot

We hold each other up heavy with hops

By smirking prank of fate

We wiggle and kick like bobbing bait

And wait for a bite

By the milky light of the mighty moon

Find someone to nuzzle to

And waltz from the room

Were all quiffed and cropped

This is our lot

We hold each other up heavy with hops

My darling, my dumpling

My plump hearts a thumping

Begging you to come to me

I couldn't be more ready

I couldn't be more ready

A glottal stop, bottled up

Waiting for the penny drop