A Disagreement

And oh, he said, what would tonight be without moon,
he said, with the sway and the step of winter's wind.
And oh, he said, moonbaby wouldn't shine like music,
he said, without moon melody to carry her through.

But oh oh, she said, ain't no moon worth its sweet shine,
she said, without the volume and purr of wet oil night.
Oh oh, she said, the moons in my eyes wouldn't shine like music,
she said, without midnight and mascara to carry us through.