everywhere I go, she shows, and tells me no
she calls me on the phone to tell me no
she makes sure that I’m alone
and tells me no
she’s a little sick, she don’t believe in trust
but she knows I have a dick
so I must only want to fuck
she’s a bit addicted to always being sad
and so she’s a bit resistant
to seeing anything but bad
she’s afraid of love or being by herself
and she so she’s speeding like a truck
that hits me on its way toward hell
she says she misses me, but that I should stay away
she pisses me off with these silly games she plays
does she love me? does she not?
once maybe? but she forgot?
is she with me? is she gone?
I think she needs me. am I wrong?
I want to kiss her on the lips
I can’t resist her
tits and hips
I want to hold her
all my life
I want to show her
she’s my wife
and so she listens
every day but fades
her resistant existence
gets in the way
God made man
and animals
gave them the land
but no manual
and so we wonder
what we are doing here
and confuse our lovers
with lots of fear
we get close
then run away
because love you know
might be a game
but just the same
you have to pay to play
what can we do
I’m so confused
you said you loved me too