I live a sad life with many misdemeanours and misdirections
If you’re having a quiet chat, I’ll pop up with interjections
They’ll be clever little comments that’ll make you think ‘How cool.’
But, the truth, for me, is just another tool.
A sleight of mouth, a stumbling block, to get you on my side
Then once you’re there, I’ll take you on a ride.
I don’t know where I’m going, just glad that you’re on board
There’ll be a fare, just all you can afford.
Some, pints, some smokes, some lines, some love.
I’ll be in the driving seat, you will float above
My charming truths will elevate your soul
Unbeknownst to you (or I, most times) your heart will be my goal
Don’t think, dear men, that you are free to walk
I know how to talk to men, boys, I know how to talk
Sexist banter flows from my mouth like water flows downhill
Fighting, fucking, laughing, I’ve swallowed at the swill
If you might be a gentle soul, I’ll soothe my wicked tongue, a pacifist with platitudes I’ll easily become.
There are no depths or heights I haven’t plunged or soared to get my ‘just’ desserts
I’ll do almost anything, if drunk, I’ll do much fucking worse
I am that greedy, I am that needy, will do anything for love
I want out of this low while being held by you, above.
calmcarl 