[Intro Sage Francis] Its not that what were doing is wrong But lets try to keep this here secret Between me, you, and the song Mnage trois that sings to me Sinfully When god plays along [Intro Jolie Holland] What you want with a woman who wont do what you say? [Verse 1 Sage Francis] I was sweet on her She was sweet on Jesus We slept with a blanket barrier between us Master of her craft, I had her laughin like hyenas When I asked her if shed marry an elitist Staggering genius in lace With the grace of a drunken monk The mask isnt seamless cause her face says somethings up But I dont dare ask her I just listen Switchin to my good ear and adjusting my position As she discuss Ginsberg I listened and learned As she disperses his words I just resisted the urge to do like he would Whatever he wanted, if she allowed me to She dangled that carrot then asked me What would Bukowski do? Oh dont go there Hed make you his mom and then completely lie about it in a book later on [Hook Jolie Holland] Got up this morning Didnt know right from wrong [Verse 2 Sage Francis] Spirits were lifted when she whispered something French in my ear Tension was there When I responded in English it sounded less sincere The sex in the air couldnt be left alone So welcome to the Terrordome A bedroom full of pheromones Where nothing that we say is set in stone If I thought it was for posterity Id already be writing better poems But Im talking in extremes Best this and best that Best not regret anything that ever gets said to this hell cat Creepin on all fours Ready for combat With secretive wars sneaking her claws in our contract Bending every which way but loose with no proof that anything that weve suggested to this day is the whole truth [Hook] [Verse 3 Sage Francis] I heard her chemical romance was a medical slow dance Said my advance was sexual Held my genitals with cold hands Set up the Coke cans Broke out the Red Ryder Then one by one I tried to knock down everything thats dead inside her She used to treat street dividers like a balance beam Arms spread wider than the legs in her dads magazine Reenacting the pages that she got trapped between I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline Now Im your water boy I fetch it from your cheeks just like tennis balls Smell the stench of your weakness on the bedroom walls Somebody careless let em vaporize Who let these fall to the floor from your poor vacant eyes? Disintegrate This aint a great first impression But I work better on pages, they say words are my profession Let me spell it out in simple language Plain English I want your suicide to be a book of mine that I never finish Jolie Holland Got up this morning Didnt know right from wrong What you want with a woman who wont do what you say?
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