Don't Leave Without Taking Your Silver

You said I'm taking everthing that is mine

Right down to the clock on the wall

I watched as you packed up your things

Then you turned and said, well, that's all.



Oh, but you overlooked just once item

It's as much yours as the cloths that you wear

Don't leave without taking your silver

You left it right here in my hair.



It's yours for I didn't have it

The moment you captured my soul

First a liitle streak showed then finally it wove

It's way right in with the gold.



I don't see how you over looked it

For we both know that you put it there

So don't leave without taking your silver

You left it right here in my hair.



No, don't leave without taking your silver

You left it right here in my hair...