Even Narcissists Can Cry It's not beyond My Imagination It must hurt so bad to lose The object of One's Manipulation But it doesn't matter to Me I can't Control Destiny Or beg for Your Affection
If Jesus really loved me He'd send a woman to me tonight Like the ones I see in the movies On the illicit websites If Jesus really loved me He'd set the record straight All women would be mine And Hermann Hesse would be right
Aurora stopped by last night She was all dressed up like new I think it was a quarter past ten And I was feeling Kind of Blue Miles was in my left ear Coltrane in the right All in all I'd have to say It was a very good night