Tom Waits — Ill Shoot the Moon

I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll be the pennies on your eyes for you, baby I want to take you out to the fair Here is a red rose ribbon for your hair I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll shoot the moon for you A vulture circles over your head for you, baby I'll be the flowers after you're dead for you, baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll shoot the moon for you You know I love you, baby So why don't you call me? You know my number 392-7704, call anytime I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll shoot the moon for you I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll be the flowers after you're dead for you, baby I want to build a nest in your hair I want to kiss you and never be there I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you, baby I'll shoot the moon for you