Adam Pascal

Fair Game

The Twin: Out, out, out for a shell!
Aren't we a darling, aren't we a tell?
One hoof in the clouds, and one down the well...
Where is our heaven hiding?

Fair, fair! Have us a game!
Pretties for luck, and horse shoes for pain
Under our bruises don't we look the same?

Twist: Where is our heaven hiding?
Truce, truce! Let's make a vow.
Spill all our dirties and kiss on the ground.
Who are you keeping? And who are we now?
Where is our heaven hiding?

The Agent: Bang! Bang! Give us a prayer!
Who is the drifter that sits in your chair?
Under which shell will your charm come to pair?
Where is our heaven hiding?

The painted doll: My My! Aren't we a hiss?
Why not take your chances and play for the miss?
Look at us friend when we share in the bliss.
Where is your heaven hiding?
The Twin: Where is your heaven now?