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I could be your smoking gun
If I had the might
And I could be your left-hand glove
If you had the right
No matter what the case might be
It will involve
All these ambiguities to be resolved

I could be your microphone
If I had a voice
And I could be your ticket home
If you made the choice
No matter what the outcome is
It will entail
The need for some strange sort of
Logic to prevail

The melody is slowly creeping
Through the doubts left in my mind
It seems that she has been keeping
Well this secret for some time
And now those wishful words
So seldom heard
Are brought forth in a song
And by the way she sounds
I know it won't be long, no

The melody . . .

I could be your long-lost man
If I found my way
And I could be your one-night stand
If you'd let me stay
No matter what the circumstance
It will include
Communication that's not
Nearly as crude

The melody is slowly creeping
Through the doubts left in my mind
It seems that she has been keeping
Well this secret for some time
But now those wishful words
So seldom heard
Are brought forth in a song
And by the way she sounds
I know it won't be long, no

The melody . . .

Melody . . .

I may be worth a 2nd glance
But I ain't worth a 2nd chance
I'm forever failing to heed
The remonstrance . . .

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