Twinkle Toes from Exact Change by Octaves

Open on the end
An ordinary day
High stakes lovers
Lovingly pan-frying steaks
When from the other room
A wrong number call came
"Beg your pardon Ms. Martin?
There must be some king of mistake"

As of late I make estimations of counting out estates

Somewhere among my second set of thoughts
I thought it strange how it's come to be cliche
To cry out about a parents pass away
And how my father never fired filets

In any case he grilled them for the taste

The first and last time i don't bother to fire up the grill
Now mother's counting dimes to doctors
Congress vetoing the bill
ICU through doors they say hinge solely on your will to live
Will your living will send home your holy soul
And is it really ours to give?
Just give a twinkle of the toes
Yes for once
Twice for no

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