Caught you picking dandelions,
in the dead of winter time.
Pick your dress up off my floor.
The shadows will behave.

Walking through the old warehouse,
never saw a single mouse.
Broken skin on splintered glass,
just following the light.

Storage shed is just ahead,
on the floor you'll find a bed.
I can promise you innocence,
I swear it on the walls.

With falling sun the deed is done,
and two bodies have just turned to one.
Throw your dress back on my floor,
wipe the dirt from your eyes.

Crawl back home with belly up,
Father will be making love.
He won't see me slipping in.
Oh, what's a woman gotta give?

10/09/2012