Would Kill Me

She got soap opera eyes
and the lines of a weed
She makes my clock stop runnin'
makes my stone wall bleed.

She got erotic possibilities
She got the spirit of discovery
She got domestic-type security
She's really quite enchanted me.

She got everything
that Uncle John need
'cept last straws don't have

    I'm an old romantic,
    it's silly.
    But one more disappointment
    would kill me.
    A tisket, a tasket,
    my eggs in one basket.
    Another one-nighter
    would kill me,
    kill me, kill me,
    and I don't want to die,.
    (But what a way to die.)

> ~1981