Chutes Too Narrow
You'll be my Arthur Miller and I'll be your Marilyn Monroe.

Mary had a little lamb,
She thought it was quite silly.
She threw it up into the air,
And caught it by its …

Willy was a watch dog,
Lying on the grass.
Down came a bumble bee,
And stung him up his…

Ask no questions, tell no lies,
I saw a policeman doing up his…

Flies are bad, mosquitos are worse,
And this is the end of my silly little verse.

I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels when it’s wrapped around me
And I’d like it if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
So you can hold me And we’ll watch Christmas TV

And it is brutal, it’s brutal, why can’t you see
It’s brutal, it’s brutal, where have you been
‘Cause we’re far apart and my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the dark and now it’s light
You pull me out of the dark and now it’s light

Christmas TV; Slow Club