The Landlady
Restless minds are fed upon
Try to fake the real misery inside
And take the fast and easy deviation to the top
I find myself on wicked paths
Money in oblivion
My soul is what he wants
Listen to the preacher he has backed away from god
His mind has thrown me over the edge
All these "good" men tell me not to dream obscure ways
But I tear and burn the pages of this decadent dismay
I pray to heaven
But it cannot fulfill
I've signed the darkest contract
For the dark man's will
Dawn unfolds the landscape
Th
You Do
You stay the night at his house
with no ride to work
and I'm the one who tells you
he's another jerk
but you're the one who can succeed
you've only got to prove your need--
and you do
you really do
The sex you're trading up for
what you hope is love
is just another thing that
he'll be careless of
but though there are caveats galore
you've only got to love him more--
and you do
you really do
even when it's all too clear
You write a little note that
you leave on the bed
and spend some time dissecting
every word he said
and if he seemed a little strange
well, baby--anyone can change
and you do
you do
you really do