She says, “I’ll let you see me naked,
but you can’t look in my closet. It’s a mess”.
And with one hand she says, “Take it”.
With the other she withdraws it and I guess
she thinks I pity her,
or that I wish she were wittier.
But I can’t say a thing
if that’s your reasoning.

Now it’s four pm on Thursday,
and the world could end for all that she’s concerned.
But I want her in the worst way,
though I know I’d better stall that thought. I’ve learned
to treat her gingerly
at the risk grievous injury,
but I can’t say a thing
if that’s your reasoning.

And I put her coat on a hanger and she throws mine down on the floor
and is she looking back in anger or ahead to so much more?

And she says,
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you”
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you”
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you”
“I’ll smooth you out as good as new”
“I’ll care for you like fabric”

Now the couch looks pretty threadbare.
We could give it to the Goodwill, I suppose.
But the flakes of skin we shed there,
and the nail marks in the wood will be the
only shred of evidence
that she ever shared this residence
But I can’t say a thing
if that’s your reasoning.

And she says,
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you”
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you”
“Wait’ll I get my...wait’ll I get my...wait’ll I get my”
“Wait’ll I get my hands on you...my hands on you”


Lyrics submitted by Gnasche

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