Had me a trick and a kick and your message Well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole Then thought that I could decipher your message There's no one here dear No one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time This time Maybe you never learned to take And if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow gold Can grow pretty Blood can be pretty Like a delicate man Copper to steel to a hinge that has faltered That let's you in let's you in let's you in Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night You were a sun now with your very own Devoted satellite Happy for you And I am sure that I hate you Two sons too many too many able fires
And if I'm wasting all your time This time I think you never learned to take And if I'm haning on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale
My ex came over (we were working on a consulting project and the deadline was looming) and I was playing Boys For Pele. And he looked at me and said "What the fuck is her problem?"
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