Missy

I told her once,
"Get thee behind me."

"Cover up, Missy, for the love of God.
I can't not look, I can't not look,
and I can't do a thing about what I saw,
though I wish I could, I wish I could."

She told me once,
"Sit down beside me."

I told her twice,
"Get thee behind me."

"Strip down, Missy, it's eleven AM,
I'm gonna wake up soon, gonna wake up soon.
I bet you say that to all of the dreaming men
that get lucky with you, get lucky with you."

She told me once, "Lay down beside me."
And I lay down beside her

Too real, too quick, too close to home,
too much to take to task alone
and not have just a little taste.
Too hot, too sweet, too bad, too late.

I told her three times,
"Get thee behind me."

"Float away, Missy, like a wisp of smoke
that I could've inhaled, maybe could've inhaled,
and I'll sing your praises everywhere I go,
'Such a pretty girl, such a beautiful girl.'"

She told me once, "You won't forget me,"
and I won't forget her.