Today
everything was fine.
Until roundabout
quarter to nine I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that s getting you down.
DOn t you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
I d sonner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will
say what you mean.
You could never offend
your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow
what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head
translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown.
You d feel better if you d vent
put your frustrations into four letter words annd let them out on mine
the most weathered ears in town.
So say what you will
say what you mean.
you could never offend
your dirty words come out clean.

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