Turning the wheel

Your love is a crank that must be turned
Sparks fly that are bright and she’s dazzled
Don’t slip off that wheel
With your hand or you’ll feel
That her eyes won’t adjust to the dark

With her keen sense of justice that’s surely confused
No reason or plea can excuse you
To care is to err, to share it with her
That you’ve known she’s a bore all along

Her mind is a mirror, reflect what you will
I’m sure that you’ll like what you see
But the time comes around when you can’t stand the sound
Of the shriek of the old Banshee



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