Passionate Fight

Obscure the late afternoon with a drape

Don't let him follow her latest escape

Or the fanfare of taxis that needlessly played

As a forty watt bulb burns a hole in the shade

Then they got into a passionate fight

Now she's lost in the shadows thrown over at twilight

At the Empire Hotel they first came face to face

Pieces would fall off all over the place

And there in the debris they'd laugh and recline

Tell me my dear are you more or less mine

Then they got into a passionate fight

She says now this isn't love it's what you do in spite of it

And I can't go on with it night after night after night

Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal

Now he's counting the hinges and watching the door handle

As he hangs the clothes on the back of the door

Perfectly matching outfits that she wore

Women come quietly and some remain with their pity

But others know the pain of the passion of fight

Though the chance they will win is impossibly slight

He cowers before them so invitingly

And in the long run they'll be chastised and hated

Or walk out frustrated or humiliated

That is the pointless delight of a passionate fight

This isn't love what you do in spite of it

I can't go on night after night after night after night after night after night...