Leave Me Be
Take roses and satin Take rings and vows Take Pachelbel’s Canon Fire the fucking thing into the sea
It’s not me, love I’m frigid and thistles I’m unbearable Summers and too long winters
Take ribbons and flowers Take maidens in towers Take kittens and loofahs away from me
But if you see Lipstick on his collar If your stomach drops ten feet Pick up the phone I’m always at home Pick up the phone and call me