One thing I know This pain will go Step through all that's left to feel Wait to meet my love, made real Don't move, don't touch Don't talk so much Strip
I only turned to see What hand had set this inner field Alight against the flame I see The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy I
The ceiling had a painting on it In our room in France So we were living underneath Some angels in a dance My husband was not feeling well And so we
The sign said head shots And that was all A picture of a boy And a number you could call Two eyes in the shade A mouth so sad and small Strange the way
My favorite plum Hangs so far from me See how it sleeps And hear how it calls to me See how the flesh Presses the skin It must be bursting With secrets
Lolita, almost grown Lolita, go on home Lolita, almost grown Lolita, go on home Hey girl, don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for some little crumb
"I don't care for tights", she says And does not tell me why She hikes her skirt above her knee Revealing one brown thigh "I see", I say, and wonder
{Once more One, two, three, four} I like a tombstone cause it Weathers well And if it stands or if it crumbles only Time will tell And you can carve
He is not my friend but he is with me Like a shadow is with a foot that falls His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk Or when I'm walking
It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you. It won't do to stir a deep desire, to fan a hidden fire that can never burn
I only turned to see What hand had set this inner field alight Against the flame I see The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy
one thing I know this pain will go step through all that's left to feel I wait to meet my love made real don't move don't touch don't talk so much
The sign said "Headshots" And that was all, A picture of a boy And a number you could call, Two eyes in the shade A mouth so sad and small, It's strange
the ceiling had a painting on it in our room in France so we were living underneath some angels in a dance my husband was not feeling well and so we
My favorite plum hangs so far from me See how it sleeps and hear how it calls to me See how the flesh presses the skin, It must be bursting with secrets
Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl Don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for Some little crumb of affection Don't try To be somebody'
I don't care for tights, she says and does not tell me why She hikes her skirt above her knee revealing one brown thigh I see, I say, and wonder at
He is not my friend, but he is with me Like a shadow is with a foot that falls His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk Or when I'm walking
