WOMEN

She’s a dame
She’s a broad
She’s a chick
She’s a slag
She’s me in drag
She’s in my purchase on eternity
When I shook up my soul with one roll of the dice
It came up snake eyes
Yea…they were hers
dancing on sympathy
She’s the mother-earth-domination-goddess-bitch
Which is like the twitch
of the itchy finger on the gun
Yea she’s so weak it hurts She converts me
In the power of her surrender…i am undone
and sometimes she just smiles

Can I clue you in
When
How bout now
I want to make it clear
Hell I wantcha to hear
that she is nowhere near what I thought she could never be
Yea she’s soft and warm
She’s a storm beneath the calm
in the palm of a dream
A psalm with words like a needle’s kiss
Oh and sometimes she just smiles
…she slays me

She’s my slave from the cradle to the grave
Awe but every day still she is blooming
Yea she’s a little girl in a jacked-up world
that rides her hard but even scarred…
I hold her up like a god…
unassuming
Oh…but sometimes she just…