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 …

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