demur

Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet

Although he may demur, he must have been with her

You'd never get away with all this in a play

And someone asks you if you ever think of her

And you smile politely and you demur

But then all at once, your head starts to swim

I have succumbed like a moth to the flame

For my legions demur to submit

I am thy devotee, o lord in the abysmal pit

Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet

Although he may demur, he must have been with her

You'd never get away with all this in a play

Hold young face it blurs and sways, still never age

Violent screen, petty, demur, as it rolled through the morning, all eyes feather downward

Anxious, weaned, off of the box, just said it's not your thing, all minds slurring inward

'Cause of him, filth occurred and it still recurs

Said he make it hard for us, you see the charmer don't demur

Simply does the absurd, snakes bring down colonies