Shifty Eyes

Shifty Eyes

Shifty Eyes, Oh, those shifty eyes
Dead give aways, those shifty eyes

I went out this morning, bright-eyed
Now that vase is busted and smashed?
Oh Pussy, you just want to hide
Tell me please, can I trust you again?

Shifty Eyes, Oh, those shifty eyes
Dead give aways, those shifty eyes

The loungeroom is smelly and foul
There’s a pile that’s steaming and rank
Oh Spot there’s no use in your cower
Tell me please, can I trust you again?

Shifty Eyes, Oh, those shifty eyes
Dead give aways, those shifty eyes

The scribbles all over the wall
In crayons that will not wash clean
Oh, Stop with the crying and all
Tell me please, can I trust you again?

Shifty Eyes, Oh, those shifty eyes
Dead give aways, those shifty eyes

You work so hard, always so late
Your office girl rang me today
So trite but I should have seen it
Tell me please, can I trust you again?

Shifty Eyes, Oh, those shifty eyes
Dead give aways, those shifty eyes

JEMcL Mar 2012

Written after a twitter exchange with Rosalind Chia