Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share

He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs

Manilla thanked the very moon for money and his life

He triffled nothing miniscule including one, his wife



Leora, his arranged wife, did not need his greed

She asked that stars, the very moon, to one day cross the sea

Manilla gazed an empty stare nothing there could grow

She cherished dreams of flying high and leaving him below



Leora stands on her head

Doin' the two step on her hands

As her eyes move round the room

To catch somone watching



Leora stands on her head

Doin' the two step on her hands

Underneath the very moon each one was watching



Manilla wanted worldly things and everything he'd have

He built castles, moats, battleships and troops in iron clad

Manilla heard Mulberry's name under the very moon

His troops went running the next day to find the air balloon.



Leora, his arranged wife, cooked the men a feast

And cleaned herself up solemnly before she faced the beast

That night she asked the very moon was this her fate to be

At lunch she met the flying man whose airships crossed the sea



Leora stands on her head

Doin' the two step on her hands

As her eyes move round the room

To catch somone watching



Leora stands on her head

Doin' the two step on her hands

Underneath the very moon each one was watching