Momus - Rules of the Game of Quoits lyrics
[Momus - Rules of the Game of Quoits lyrics]
The girl in the rubber shoes
Has run away from home to the gymnasium
The sun in the blinds is blue
And the girl moves through the room
Like an aquarium
Rules of the game of quoit's
Use the dimmest light or the brightest light
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Rules of the game of quoit's
Use the softest matting or the hardest floor
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Tunics may be worn or torn away
And the rules of the game may be ignored
The boy with the ruddy face has
Left his place of work for the gymnasium
He enters like a tent where the
Girl has left her scent like a geranium
Rules of the game of quoit's
Bend your knees and swing
Through ninety degrees
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Rules of the game of quoit's
If your posture's right you
Can thrust the quoit
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Tunics may be worn or torn away
And the rules of the game may be ignored
The girl in the rubber shoes pins
The ruddy-faced boy to the floor
Of the gymnasium she's crawling on the spot
She's the ink-rubber, he's the blot
And she erases him
'For love will endure or not endure
Regardless of where we are'
Has run away from home to the gymnasium
The sun in the blinds is blue
And the girl moves through the room
Like an aquarium
Rules of the game of quoit's
Use the dimmest light or the brightest light
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Rules of the game of quoit's
Use the softest matting or the hardest floor
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Tunics may be worn or torn away
And the rules of the game may be ignored
The boy with the ruddy face has
Left his place of work for the gymnasium
He enters like a tent where the
Girl has left her scent like a geranium
Rules of the game of quoit's
Bend your knees and swing
Through ninety degrees
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Rules of the game of quoit's
If your posture's right you
Can thrust the quoit
When the hoops start melting and
The sticks catch fire
Tunics may be worn or torn away
And the rules of the game may be ignored
The girl in the rubber shoes pins
The ruddy-faced boy to the floor
Of the gymnasium she's crawling on the spot
She's the ink-rubber, he's the blot
And she erases him
'For love will endure or not endure
Regardless of where we are'