You aim to please In a back door dime store motels Are too good for you Kind of way And me I don’t give a shit I have nothing to say about Your tight alter girl, pervasively persuasive, Lollypop-licking, Catholic schoolgirl-sipping Ways.
You’re a rhapsody in jeans You’re an orgasm on the verge You remind me of an absinthe high You hint of orgies and mirrors You’re into late night trysts Naked when you’re clothed and I admit I really Really Want to sleep with you.
So if I aim to please Will you aim to repeat me? In a back door dime store motels Could be too good for me Kind of way?
And you don’t You don’t give a shit You have Nothing to say No you don’t You don’t give a shit You have nothing to say about Me.
So I never should have left And I never should have had I never should have wanted anything so Badly. I never would have followed I never would have danced I would not have seduced if you Had not entranced I craved I wasted I hunted I starved I am the stuff that nightmares become —The echo after the anger has gone.
To Kathryn: But light reflects from you In a very pretty way And I am not easily distracted Led victim of the light There’s a right thing to do But I can’t see past the light So now There’s just You.