To the poor/pure

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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