See, once I loved a girl with almond eyes
Oblique liquid lovely placid almond eyes
But the only liquid glance that she ever chanced
To shoot my way was neat prussic acid to me
Her sweet almond eyes were bitter almonds to me
No, I never read truth in those lying almond eyes
Unique bleakly future-bespeaking almond eyes
False as their lashes when they gazed on me askance
Those gleaming glistening almonds glazed over icily
When I asked her for a dance, just a single dance with me
I really do not know who’s who in the beastly zoo
Or if the man in the moon is a ray of the sun
With a cute moon-woman who will share her honeymoon
With a luckier animal than I am. Sooner or later
I hope to fly up there and land in a crater
If the man in the moon is a down-to-earth guy
One moonlight night he might decide to drop in
While Mrs Moon goes shopping - to debate a
Matter of some gravity and breadth with me
Will the girl with almond eyes yet be the death of me?
Yes, you’ve guessed: my beloved girl with almond eyes
Sneaking-speaking-glances-at-me almond eyes
That drove me nuts before they sliced apart my guts
And bored like twin scimitars right inside my heart
No, two syringes loaded with cyanide, like darts
It was she who drove me mad with her almond eyes
Mad enough to blindly love her almond eyes
Insane enough to gouge out both her lovely nut-brown eyes
With one of the optical daggers she glared at me
The other one will end the life she might have shared with me
I really do not know
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