Funny Shaped Hula Hoop

Two wrongs never made a right So said my father He said we would row a lot I told my own lies So I collect the reasons I fantasise the feelings Calling the man who will take up the slack In the rope that is tied to my hands round my back Take a piece of me tonight Pacing the halls with his head to the floor In the house that resounds with the slam of a door Take a piece of me tonight Meanwhile in my Mother’s house No reason to hide Dark rooms are a hiding place For no one too bright There is no mourning here No rooms of guilty pleasures Calling the man who will take up the slack In the rope that is tied to his hands round his back Take a piece of me tonight Pacing the halls with his head to the floor In the house that resounds with the slam of a door Take a piece of me tonight After all of the violence died down You laughed at what you showed me Funny shape to your hula hoop