Thought I`d got it right - for once I`d sought and found perfection.
when you said I love you you addressed your own reflection.
I`d prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of desire,
the best they had on offer was one devil of a liar!
You can`t be accused of procrastination
one brief separation - the dream went stale
You sever all ties with a swift laceration
leave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale)
Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Oueen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies
then laughed in my face like it didn`t matter
that you`d crossed my heart and I hoped to die.
Licked my wounds and hugged my chains
believing you pre-menstrual
unaware love could be blind to torture cruel and mental
stn regret I must confess I realised too late
you re-define endearment as `the tender side of hate
I`m already broken - so don`t kick me better
What colour`s the sky in your world - is it green?
It seems I`m not even worth one paltry letter,
cast off like a tampon - you stamp on my dream
Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies
then laughed in my face like it didn`t matter
that you`d crossed my heart and I hoped to die.
Could it possibly be that In your dictionary Love` and Lies are defined
both the same?
I know how you can catch your ideal man
join a singles-club for the insane
The prize for my stupidity` - a noose about my neck
Nest time that she says Good day make sure you go and check
Mislay your smile - this dacryphile is turned on by sighs
When she has her eye on you - good fortune and good flies
You can`t be accused of procrastination,
one brief separation - the dream went stale,
You sever all ties with a swift laceration.
leave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale).
Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies,
then laughed in my face like it didn`t matter,
that you`d crossed my head and I hoped to die
Both sickened to learn (and yet glad to discover).
that Venus once held me with (ch) arms so fake
I`d have once sold my soul for this faithless lover,
now I couldn`t give a damn for my little Miss Take.
