fun to write, but fun to read?

some people call her a wild rose,

she just has a red right hand,

she goes to the joker,

but he's no space cowboy.

what will i do if she goes off,

takes the 'A' train?

I'll drown in my solitude.

she used to say, live and let die,

but it's a view to a kill,

and you only live twice,

and i ain't got anything but love,

for your eyes only.

the music goes round 'n' round,

that ol' black magic, sung by,

that sad-eyed lady of the lowlands.

if I ever lose my faith in you,

she'll find out.

I'm a pretender, and she knows it,

she sees me; a fool on a hill,

singing the blues in the night.

my vertigo increases,

'cause Mr. Tambourine man,

mixed things up ,

sitting on the pavment