The salt is taken with the sugar, taken full in stride No word or sound could ever take your mother's brother's pride The trick is in the shimmy that gets you through the door Getting naked under clothes, clean the bathroom floor Slip the key and turn the lock Tell him you just forgot You weren't supposed to visit the craig of his mind
The ink of your skin smells like sin Of tangled legs and sheepish grins Your heavy eyes tell me lies Your neck leans, your shoulders cry You've slept and fought and thought a lot You weren't supposed to stay in the craig of his mind
You're new and used but news to me A stag before you're now set free Damp and twisted, your fur is mussed Stamped and bothered, too much fuss. You now wait in the dark crook of your sleeve But by and by I have taken my leave
Meant to go so mean, my stomps weren't kind I wasn't meant to leave the craig of your mind