Tit For Tat

Caroline, she says, i am the one

Dagger (?) all the nights, but im having fun

I'm gonna turn you over, inside out

It's not the weariness, don't scream and shout

It's just the rubble rousing misspent bouts

and away

Conjure up a splendor all of her own

For the worst trimester I've ever known

I play the rack-a-muffin holy..(?)

And you'll be tossing glitter works of thought

And somehow I still end up back on top

And on my way

And I myself have found

That living is too far away

I myself have found

That living is too far away

Tit for tat, she says, but not in such prose

Softer in the eyes, taking the blows

I'm gonna give it up and end it fast

I recommend you make this blow your last

And all you crass women are truly crass

I'm away

(oh hooo oh wooah, oh hooo oh wooah)