I grow tired of these clumsy hands
And the relationships I harbor,
Awkward friendships as a Venetian whore
Has with the philosophy boys that can’t afford her,
Such pretty words, but who knows how to act
When there are good intentions

Honey, I’ve always been a rock and roll baby
With a movie star gloss over attitude,
Freaking out in my rebel dance
Hair wild with my huge sunglasses
And this is the way my all night
Hold outs play

And your Renaissance is crushed, and my skirts
Have been lifted higher than to my waist,
These self-conscious graceless gawky make out sessions
Are starting to drive me nuts,
Apparently it won’t be enough of a message

Humans are in the permanent era of the drunk
And in typical fashion
The Captain Morgan has guided our voyage
Through the seas of love, of lust, of loss

Now, after both our ex-lovers were on the same side
Of the whips and chains,
Come these nice boys who say friends talk
And the vulgarities are at the tips of my breasts
That tingle with anticipation
Of my crudity

But I want them to love me,
And I want the silly games they come with,
And it’s like that first cock all over again
The far away delightful but painful scary
Heartbreaking
When they hold my hand as they raise me up
On display and whisper
Molt your skin in view for us dear
(it’s the encouraging smile that kills me)

As the layers peel off,
The snake tattoo on my hips shows itself
And they laugh,
O you’re a kinky one aren’t you
(yes, it’s a matter of much pain I can stand)

I can’t help but send this glance to you,
This challenge
Change your scars into a reminder
They can’t recognize
And move on
For the truth won’t ever save you