Whose heart you can tinker with,
And whose body you can play with
I will be waiting here at your beckoning call
Wrapped up in you over one-too-short of a night
All the way around your finger
Once
Twice
Three times over
What a charm
You could wear me like a bracelet
And even now,
Unknowingly,
You do,
But I suppose to you I'd be more of a plaque
Because you don't have any desire to find amusement in my chain
No matter how many jewels I hang from my body,
And I know I'm not a thought
Even fleeting,
But I get dressed with you in mind,
And push your half-smile-face out of head
Picking the ugly underwear,
Without the lace,
Because I know that you aren't coming.