If the keys in my hand Turned a lock of your hair I would walk through the glance, but I'd stop at the stare And I'd follow it down To the very last step And I'd wait by the room where your secrets are kept Singing hmmm Hmm mm-mm Mmm, mm-mm-mm Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm Mmmm If you beckoned me in I would hang my black hat On a bottle of pain by your hurricane lamp Then I'd search every shelf With that flame as my guide And I'd burn every book with a villain inside Singing hmmm Hmm mm-mm Mmm, mm-mm-mm Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm Mmmm Then I'd march through the door, to your parlor of need Where the glass on the floor Would make weaker men bleed But the weight of my words Would turn slivers to dust And I'd pace, for as long As I live, if I must And I'd tiptoe outside I'd admire the hedge And I'd climb up your walls, to the very top ledge Then I'd pause for a time And I'd look at your world And I'd fashion a rhyme for a lost little girl Singing hmmm Hmm mm-mm Mmm, mm-mm-mm Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mmm Mm-mmmm-mm-mm Mm-mmm-mmmmmm-mm