At one time I offered charity
to the asking lip.
My husband on his knees
asking me to forgive.
If I had gotten away
with a string of pearls,
then I might know where to step
in this revolving world.

Plastic lips ask for charity.
Plastic lips tell lies.

The asking lips beg
for my charity and time.
But I find it hard to forget
all the time I wasted.
All the charity I gave away
to people I now hated.

Asking lips pass me by.

Whispers to me about love
and more asking lies.
I want my husband on his knees
begging me to forgive
begging for my charity
with his plastic lip.