Droops of juice drip down slow-cooked me Oh,Oh, how my love flows.The flush of delight I get when we meet Oh, Oh, how my love flows.The way your fingers smoke my skin Oh, Oh, how my love flows.I am frozen in lust until we sin Oh, Oh, how my love flows.
The summer heat in Ypsi pounds my backdrumming notes of sweat into my clothes.My song of labor for all to see.Yes, I did it. Yes, this is me.How my muscles contract and move in time,One, two, trashOne, two, trashPicking up trash is my dance agony.A dancing soldier-I step and I bleed.I look up at the sun-my source of melody.The sun is my musicbox-my tune and my clock.I cannot stop dancing until the sun stops.
My face breaks the sea wash, wash over me.An army stands guard led by lotions and creamsWhat, is my beauty?Pock-marks scar my moon tonight,the emotions on my pock face fight.But my faults dissolve with the sea. Wash, wash over me.
I do not want to see what you have gainedwhen what manifests is what I have lost.The words, the look, that gentle embrace,so much is invisible until acquaintance is made.So much is forgotten when acquaintance is gone.But if I see you before me again,the words, the look-all frozen in memoryWill what I imagine in my thoughtsmanifest in reality to what I have lost?