Don’t ask for favours
And don’t risk the truth
My fingers are scissors
They’re cutting you through
Cutting you through
Cutting you through
Velvet fog
The bird in my open hand
Is a captive for life
Please don’t misread now
We’re drinkin’ happy tonight
Cutting you through
Cutting you through
Velvet fog
And I hear you singin’
When the pale moon gets down
Nirvana’s on the jukebox
But Gene Pitney
owns this town
And it’s a town without pity
It’s a town without tears
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