I've got rings for sale they're all made out of nails
That I have polished from the bottom of my shoes
And you can give one to a friend or you can bend it back again
And pretend I sold the shiny nail to you
I've got a story for you and I swear that it's all true
Because I made it up myself and I don't lie
And you can tell it to a friend or you can bend it back again
Into a telegram a headline on the sign
I've got love to mend that I borrowed from a friend
And I said I'd give it back when I got through
But now it seems like it has grown and I've got some of my own
I can't give it back and still have some for you
I've got a dream to share and you can take it everywhere
Close the eyes and see the pleasure it can bring
But if you're not the dreaming kind well I suppose that I won't mind
If you made shiny nails out of my homemade rings
I've got rings for sale they're all made out of nails...
