I beat a narrow path for you
so why won't you just walk it?
I wore my heart on my sleeve
so honey, why'd you have to stomp on it?

I wrote you a bullshit epic poem
and still you call me shallow and mean
I'd offer up a thousand limericks
but then you'd just call me filthy and obscene

I slapped you hard, just once or twice
when you said you liked it rough
you bit down hard on my poor tongue
but I'm not into that sick stuff

I tried to get you drunk and loose
and yet now I'm the one swaying
I let you in on all my dirty little secrets
and now I can hear sirens wailing

I worked, I toiled, I slaved and laboured
for another whiff of your honest-to-God perfect breath
but your name, it was always Woman
and your game was always death