Trinkets for Talula
Little painted mice,
black fading eyes.
Porcelain lad with a broken red kite.
She whispers to their shadows every night.
Talula...
A peculiar girl they say.
He waits behind the counter anyway.
Silently hoping she'll come today,
he gazes out the window as the customer pays.
Chorus:
Funny how Talula,she adores
little things they do not relish anymore.
He saves them in a box in back of the store.
Marked with bold letters;
Trinkets for Talula
Carousel that winds,
plays a song from bitter times.
A memory that someone brought to leave behind.
He thinks of sweet Talula, as they resign.
Talula..
He greets her with a smile,
says "Come in and stay awhile".
He shows her all the pieces he's compiled
with eyes so hazel, sweet and mild.
Chorus:
Funny how Talula,she adores
little things they do not relish anymore.
He saves them in a box in back of the store.
Marked with bold letters; Trinkets for Talula.
Little painted mice,
carousel that winds.
Little things others have gone and left behind
bring her sweet thoughts about him everynight.
Talula
Ooooh
Oooooh...
