Come hither come nigh
Lend an ear to my yarn
Come in veils to this sigh
To node to shake ye cran'
A thread I'll unfurl
Keep thee enter'tained
Till in jest ye fingers curl
At the picture without a taint
This bard for ye steals
From the held tongues
A treasure to gorge to meal
An echo for ye ears to lunge
A hush sh'ld seal lips of yo'rs
Till the gourmand meals gone
Oft I'll pause midst clause
Pray I for ye note' sound a horn
For fear I a phrase as gormless
Left caviar flowering to cinder
Hence a finger to lips do press
Till saga to end to ye I render
If in end the lark is not grasped
A sum conf'ms retelling of same
Till blue I turn thence I gasp
Still I'll till on till round ye came
Lips: Number One Hits
Lips 41
English: lips