BACKROOM
KISSES
You dangle us like puppets on a
string
Your husband and your other
lovers
Your man and his mans man under
your spell
Your mythical calligraphy and
all
That numerology don’t baffle me
Psychology technology et vous
I don’t need drones and camera
phones
Or mathematical ability
To figure out the things you say
to me
You had me running for awhile
Naughty backroom kisses misses
In the secret stable holding
hands
Who cares about the day we went
aloft
Or if we did or didn't have a
plan
Who’s twisting your other lovers
now
Pure is pure like god is to the
poor
And gold is good but not as good
as god
Nobody understands you like I do
And to the poor and pure all
things are pure
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