let me be.

oh, would you let me be,
in the raw,
warm in a quaint cottage,
listening to toytown tunes,
and I promise,
you won’t find my trace
by the morning light.

would you let me be,
happy and free,
in the phantasmagoria,
beholding a multitude of stars glow,
under the phosphoresce,
of happy endings and benignity
and I promise,
you won’t find my trace,
by the morning light.

oh, won’t you please
let me be,
and I promise,
I’ll be gone
by the morning light.