Anything at All

I don’t wanna be your looking stone Your rabbit’s foot Or your wishing bone Still any corridor To hold your soul­­­ Anything, anything at all. Amber, jade, and sage, a clover leaf, A copper penny, heads. To feel your spirit Anything I’ll be­ anything, anything at all. OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! If you ask I’ll be your rosary, The ace of spades, hid up your sleeve. A woven catcher for your scary dreams. Anything, Anything at all. OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! I don’t wanna be your looking stone Your rabbit’s foot Or your wishing bone Still any corridor to hold your soul. Anything, anything at all. Anything, anything at all. Anything, anything at all.