Now that a rose is the cancer I knownBlack in the night she come asking for morenSummer a squall and the banshee she moansnCome measure this pleasure without your good sensenIt's almost never what you may want to have guessednnNo you you're good you're good you're good you're good you're good you're goodnAstor the moon she rests her face on the floornShe came in through the windownNow that she's out she rolls her way to the doornnShe got farther than we knownInto the light a dresser spills out a drawernJust like a casinonWe've test the pressure of the water and airnnIt's almost better now you're with her in therenNo you you're good you're good you're good you're good you're good you're goodnnThis I swear you're the only one I'd risk my fortune and heir fornIf you're good to menWhen I compare all my lonliness to chance of what may benI see I'm a fool to care