I'm an honest woman, a representation of the state of mutual confusion
within the confines of love, heavy lidded darling embedding in my arms,
I'll take a kiss to settle payment like a song for the gods. Does your
undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the door? Can I keep my fingers
away from a sore? Does your undying devotion only last 'til I'm out the
door? I can't keep my fingers away from a sore. Happy to include you in
my esapes, we're the first to intrude and the last ones to leave, never
assume that we came with someone that you know, we'll go through every
drawer, and throw the contents to the wind. Am I risking complicity?
Right here, right where I want to be? Is this absurdity? To trust you so
implicitly, losing my complacency, you would be the end of me, oh well
well you're well worth it, I've never got the nerve to do it, happy to
include you.
