"This Song"
If he sat next to her
And she to him
Would they learn
From each other?
If I were forced
To become a horse
The source of no remorse
Would I burn?
Kneecaps are breaking off
My toes will soon be gone
Crazy? To that, I scoff
Can’t mouth the words
…to this song
English is my native language
Not a mint, so don’t try to savor it
By it, I mean my intelligence
It’s not all just common sense
She doesn’t trust me being out
She thinks that I will think about
Going off with some other girl
When really all I want is her
One way street
You can’t meet
Anyone, anyone
Off my feet
Nylon sheets
Flammable, flammable
Didn’t write this
But it’s the truth
Time to taste
The forbidden fruit
