Bayonne (Little Comets)

Fate dances on a pliable line That keeps love apart From all that enmity bear He feels the ache of her effulgent heart And so resolves to disappear And so I carry on to Bayonne Where my anatomy could 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 Always be suspicious When they put their arms around you And tell you they're delighted to see you You slip And put another rubber bullet In my back again You slip, you slip