When I'm small

Her body heat tangled in these sheets is hardly hampering my need,

Boy, heed my words, she'll get hers, and leave you outside on your street.

Hunger pains? Hunker down, you won't get a chance to feed,

But you can feel as well as her, she'll get enough, be out of reach,

 

Out of touch, out of speech, in a rush, in this beach,

Such and such, suck and seek another touch, another teach,

Another fucking fuck to freak, another fucking buck to make,

Another other other peach to bite and pit and drip and eat.

 

BRIDGE

...and then admit defeat

...again, admit defeat

...remove, restart, repeat

...remove the heart, and see

 

...If you can't start with her,

...If she can't start with me,

...Too many lines to blur,

...Too much too soon-- too free

 

HOOK

Surely love ain't a hand on the button, no?

Show me, love, who's got her hand on the button now?

 

I-- don't-- know-- what--

You-- could-- want-- but--

I-- may-- know-- just--

Where-- it-- is-- ah--

 

VERSE 2

My lasso, looped-wrangling rope was snapped in half all with my hopes

When I threw it around her legs, my sense of touch sentenced to tope.

A loon alone, death looming--lo behold, no I ain't holding, yo,

But I could hold you up, I'll be a crutch for your booze-cruising--row!

 

Know I won't refuse a refugee who's refusing me,

So I'll loosen my grip on your hips if you need room to breathe

But I won't let go completely, there's no loosing me

Until you say no more, and stop choosing me...

 

BRIDGE

...then I'll admit defeat

...Again admit defeat

...remove, restart, repeat

...remove the heart, and see

 

...If you can't start with her,

...If she can't start with me,

...Too many lines to blur,

...Too much too soon-- too free

 

HOOK

Surely love ain't a hand on the button, no?

Show me, love, who's got her hand on the button now?

 

I-- don't-- know-- what--

You-- could-- want-- but--

I-- may-- know-- just--

Where-- it-- is-- ah-