Half Hour Verve

His touch line a stern upper
 Under which his glass is studied
 Nine by nine numbered lines
 Full of scope and my lonely payed
 He caught her naked
 Powerless with her pale face
 One half hour verve
 He gazed into her
 His porridge order bored her
 A lonely Irish toad
 His tip did look immaculate
 In the fog, when her fever broke
 She resumes through the dark
 The crude view, couldn't face it
 One half hour verve
 He gazed into her
 One half hour verve
 Revolving the earth
 One step out of time
 One step at a time
 One step out of line, ooh
 One step out of time
 One step at a time
 One step out of line, ooh
 One step out of time
 One step out of time
 One step out of line
 One half hour verve
 He gazed into her
 One half hour verve
 Revolving the earth