Back In Your Love

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