Back (in Y'r Love)

When the wind is crawlin'

At y'r basement floor

& the rats are runnin' round

Tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door

When I smell the . . .

On y'r sweatstained street

& I see this French chick

Lickin' my speed

When the snow is wettin'

My old wooden chair

& the crabs are runnin' round

In my pubic hair

When y'r bubblegum is stickin'

In my pubic hair

When all my old sollicitors

Come around, only needles for a pay

& all me brandnew visitors

Only have spoons to give away

All my precious pleasures

You took away with all your charms

& all my so called treasures

Made a strainer of my arms

Damn this cruel december

Days shift into nights

I wish I could remember

How you drifted from my sight

Anything I can think of

It never seems enough

I make friends with y'r daddy

I make friends with y'r dog

Just to get you let me back in y'r love

Just to get you let me back in y'r love