BLACK LINE

BLACK LINE Bending like a tree in the wind Or your waiter at a the bar I reveal my inner working Like my like brain’s inside a jar Everything I think is good I see you as a shining star But a black line – you’ve drawn across the floor A black line – I can’t feel the love no more A black line – up the wall and across your face A black line – got me crawling for your grace You’re the painter of the line Your eyes are a steely blue Ever since you met that dude Who’s honing in on you What’s he got that I ain’t got A butt with a rose tattoo? - yes a black line . . . You’re the modern artist keep it simple is your law Like you molding up a set of bricks and hello here’s a wall You ain’t Mrs Subtlety - there’s cement in your jaw And I the Mr vulnerable stopped naked at the line - as though there’s zapping power in that paint and I’ll be toast for sure this time - but you you look so sharp and hot I wanna reach out and touch your thigh - and movin’ up just with my eyes to watch your face for any sign But it’s still there a black line …