The Coward
When lightning strikes
You lock the door
She tries to run
You grease the floor
Your clumsy flirting
Fails to score
And so you call her
"Little whore"
She's chaste - You're evil
Incarnate
You know of nothing
But to hate.
Your bloody hands
Leave crimson brands
Upon the things
That you "command"
Your problem's
Simple cowardice.
When peeped
You preen
And take the piss
Heads up...
The World
Is watching you
We're wise
To all the dirt you do-
A fearful man
Without a clue
Whose lies give way
To what is true
[Image cropped from watercolor by Kim Boettcher-Knuth @kimconnections on Instagram]
Oh oh oh
She's standing there with a cigarette
Her little thumbnail keeps flicking it
She's not vintage
She's not couture
She's just a dirty little
Oh oh oh
I can see her ink from the sag in her jeans
Her eyes are painted dark
Her hair's tangerine
Black framed glasses she's never been hip
She's just a dirty little
Oh oh oh
She's got her pretty toes painted
As she digs her heals in
You know her heart's been tainted
With perfect little sins
She's never been called the girl next door
As long as I've known her
She's been a dirty little
Oh oh oh
