As I read the newspaper I had one eye on the clock and the other one on the cooker
I roll my eyes in desperation but I could see no way out of my head
His eyes were like knives and evens his remarks were cutting
His nose was completely blocked. Have you lost your marbles, I asked him politely?
If looks could kill we would all be dead
I walked across the red carpet as his eyes
struck me a glancing blow.
We all need rhymes in the back of our head
How my heart sings 