There are those who own, the world around your own   And say you want to swan one to one   Hey kid they own the pond   There are those who rest and those who make the beds      And should you seek redress, can't you guess?   Hey child, they own this mess   So if these star-dust memories, fail to please   If you confuse this dinner dance with elegance      If you suffer lack of due respect   Take comfort from the guessing game aspect   That she is least where you expect   Please be ashamed that you're afraid, equating elegance and real estate      When all the bullion in the world   Cannot transform what's simply second rate   But will yea no come assess me, boastfully   I'll not be bought by your silver plated come to me      So don't you do come try me   Because these star-dust memories, fail to please   They're not alike this dinner dance, this elegance and if you   Want to swan, one to one      Kid you don't need the pond   There are those whose time, is due for steep decline   If you can't find the spot, where their time stops   Just ask who built the clocks