Pigsty

I'm afraid of heights And you're afraid of snakes For once, I've no fear of falling As you coil in a defensive state Won't you tell me, dear Do you fear to reciprocate? There's nothing for to promise There's nothing for you to prove You're like a stick of zebra stripe That I'm afraid to chew The bubble might pop The flavor might stop A temporary tattoo We're no good at tomorrows lately And even worse at goodbyes Let me waltz on your banjo, baby And don't you ever leave my pigsty Is this song for tomorrow? Well, I haven't made it that far No, this song is for right now For whatever we are I can't say what I want to Only that I want you All a bit bizarre We're no good at tomorrows lately Even worse at goodbyes Let me waltz on your banjo, baby And don't you ever leave my pigsty No, no, honey, don't you ever leave My pigsty