Tinman

There once was an old prophet, a shiny metal man Who dished out his predictions all across the magic land This Tinman had a vision, not an ordinary dream So he called his scribes together with a belly full of steam Ooh Ooh Does love have an expiration date If I was still yours would it still be fate I wear my ring for the thought of you What we had is all I know is true So say the Tinman The tiny people gathered to hear the prophet speak His voice was mighty earthy and would echo for a week The mini metal prophet spoke of two young lovers mate To be forever bonded by the rolling gears of fate Ooh Ooh Does love have an expiration date If I was still yours would it still be fate I wear my ring for the thought of you What we had is all I know is true So say the Tinman Mmm well I dug up that old Tinman that we buried by the barn When we were little lovers playing prophet in the yard He whispered his prediction as I sat alone and wept For I was not the other lover, I was the Tinman that you left Ooh Ooh Does love have an expiration date If I was still yours would it still be fate I wear my ring for the thought of you What we had is all I know is true Does love have an expiration date If I was still yours would it still be fate I wear my ring for the thought of you What we had is all I know is true So say the Tinman