All my saints have taken bribes
 Singing, "Going, going, gone."
 All the angels taken dives
 Leaving you the only one

 If I loose a sequin here and there
 More salt than pepper in my hair
 Can I rely on you when all the songs are through
 To be for me the everthere, everthere?

 Slide into another book
 Now and then laugh out loud
 Throw that very dirty look
 Which says, "Okay, stop staring at me now."

 If I loose the sequence here and there
 Less derring do than quiet care
 Can I rely on you for a good talking to
 To be for me the everthere, everthere?

 If I loose a sequin here and there
 And take my time on every stair
 Can I rely on you when this whole thing is through
 To be for me the everthere, everthere?