Keyman

Jack Stauber's Micropop

Disciplinary, and it′s all kinda scary
If I jingle my keys, don't call me Keyman, please!
Rewind, refine and you′ll find me inside
Fine, you can fawn 'til the dawn
I'll be dreaming for the open-morning lovely girl

Wrote you a song and now you′re singing it wrong
And if I jingle my keys, don′t call me Keyman, please!

Rewind, refine and you'll find me inside
Fine, you can fawn ′til the dawn
I'll be dreaming for the open-morning lovely girl

No one afra-aid
Tongue upon tongue
When love is all pa-ain
I′ll think about where we've gone
Someone might say-ay (Oh, what?)
A girl who′s crying (Ooh)
And trust with my ra-ain
Lovingly wrote your song

Hear that sound? (Hear that sound?)
It was a signal from my i-island (From my i-island)
Now you can see it and survi-i-ive (See it and survi-i-ive)
Nonsense, it's the way washing up from the wave
Oh, hear that sound? (Hear that sound?)
It was a signal from my i-island (From my i-island)
Now you can see it and survi-i-ive (See it and survi-i-ive)
Nonsense, it's the way washing up from the wave

Rewind, refine and you′ll find me inside
Fine, you can fawn ′til the dawn
I'll be dreaming for the open-morning lovely girl
Dreaming for the open-morning lovely girl
(Oh-oh-oh)

Please call me Keyman, I can understand it
Much better than unlocking vanity
Thus, call me Keyman, in fact, I demand it
Opened doors sound sensible to me
Oh, call me Keyman like I comprehend it
Wagering forth some bludgeoned harmony
But when I go then please still call me Keyman
Not for how it were, but for how I beg to be