Rhinestone Lullaby

Rhinestone Lullaby - James Grant

You would sleep deadbeat

Your stoned soliloquies

Like a stream of ultraviolet

You flew you fell

My northern jezebel

For a spell I was your co-pilot

Saint Lucy don't tear out your eyes

It's just a rhinestone lullaby

Then your shelves where stacked

With self help

Still intact

And your bodyclock was ticking over

You rode your moke

In rags bespoke

Through the bars

And the bell jars of your nowhere

Saint Lucy don't tear out your eyes

It's just a rhinestone lullaby

Well I never said

What I did to you

In my head

But those days are dead as a lamb chop

I'd heard talk

Still it came as quite a shock

To see you park your pram outside the tan shop

Saint Lucy don't tear out your eyes

It's just a rhinestone lullaby

Saint Lucy don't tear out your eyes

It's just a rhinestone lullaby

Rhinestone lullaby