He sits and shows me naked women (women, women, women, women) Wants to know my type Asks if I've thought to want them (want them, want them, want them, want them) Laughs when I'm shy Hands sweat, coil back Twist into vines
Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Buried in the home
When I tell him I'd beg to love them He starts smiling outside, smoking Burned back slow till he starts choking
Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Don't I owe them everything for all I've come to know? Seeing what I'm taught to see Taking to it slow Buried in the home
Nothing so sacred leaves this place of reason Nothing so sacred leaves this place of reason
That was my cross That was the outcome That was the loss No, I don't feel anymore Everything withers Everything dulls No, I don't feel anymore Nowhere is guidance When everything's wrong No, I don't feel anymore Nowhere is guidance When everything's wrong No, I don't feel anymore
