Rhapsody

RHAPSODY - Written by Carroll Bryant

Your kisses are like chloroform

They put me to sleep

Your touches are like onions 

And they’re making me weep

You’re hitting up the jackpot 

With a heart just as tough

Cashing in your victory

The devil gets his cut 

When did the pleasure turn into pain?

The sword of love shall swing down upon you and reign 

When did tomorrow remember your name?

Choosers can’t be beggars

Here you are begging again

Your dreams are like lost wishes

They never come true

Your hopes are almost hopeless

And they’re running from you

You think you’re Miss America 

Wearing a smile

Hiding behind mirrors

Looking so beguiled 

When did the meaning ever start to change?

The word of love is written at the end of the game

When did your intentions turn to the insane?

Losers can’t be winners

There you go losing again

When a bite is worse than a bark

You hear things creeping in the dark

When the bark turns into a bite

You lie there alone in the middle of the night

You can’t move from the sheer of dear fright

You can’t shake it off try as you might

You get lost in the heat of the fight

Your kisses are like chloroform

They put me to sleep

Your touches are like onions 

And they’re making me weep

They’re making me weep

They’re making me weep

When did the pleasure turn into pain?

The sword of love shall swing down upon you and reign 

When did tomorrow remember your name?

Choosers can’t be beggars

Here you are begging again

When did the meaning ever start to change?

The word of love is written at the end of the game

When did your intentions turn to the insane?

Losers can’t be winners

There you go losing again

Choosers can’t be beggars

And here you are begging again