The Let Song (Gaillardon/Hardy).
The Let Song.
Let our cigarette ends lie still in our ash-trays
Let us curl up like their blue smoke under the lampshade
Let our love nights die out into endless foreplays
Let my lips turn to gold on your left shoulderblade
Let the foam of the coffee get dry in our mugs
Let us turn our backs to the buses and the workplace
Let the dust and the bugs pile up snug in our rugs
Let the fire turn to cold ashes in the fireplace
Let the spiders weave their nets in our bathtub
Let our bodies grow leaves like in a jungle
Let the bedroom be our one and only nightclub
Let us merge, let us scramble, please let us mingle
And make the long hours run too fast
Oh make the green one incarnadine
Please just make the two of us get bedfast
And make our death our only deadline
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