The Stone

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la

Does that purple stone look pretty
Do you want to hold it in your hand
If you do it's such a pity
If you don't it's something grand

Grand and lovely little stone
Do you want it, do you dare
If you thought you could resist it
You could take it you wouldn't care

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la

If you only weren't so pretty
If you had been scratched before
If you had a tiny speck of dust
Within your wondrous core

If I run ten thousand miles
And shovel several tones of shit
Then one day I could afford you
Then one day I wouldn't abhor you

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la

Everyone wants you little stone
Everyone hates you little stone
You're the carat, you're the cause
The biggest stick with teeth and claws

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la di da la la la la la la la la la la

Does that purple stone look pretty
Now that you can hold it in your hand
But isn't it such a pity
You just smashed it into sand