I don't care how well intended It was meant when he sent it Long forgot in the blink of an eye I got your locks all amended And your bird less well defended With silk thread to climb you up into the sky You know that it's true But of course it's up to you Still he doesn't love you Still he doesn't love you And as he held through the night He took out your second sight He left it all for the magpie and the fox But buried it safe In your special place A crease, a crevice you forgot But he still smells so nice So against all advice I creep into the hole that he sleeps But I must have dropped the key So I'll just sing until I bleed Still he doesn't love me Still he doesn't love me I take a turn in his tailspin
To churn the urn that he's ailed in I break the last thread of the screw My compa** cracked in his grip And as he spits out all my pips Still he doesn't love you Still he doesn't love you He cut it out stitch by stitch In my fallopian grip I hang the dead meat on his tree And as I screeched through the night He said, "My wife fell on that knife" He coughed and he coughed until he bleed So when you going to learn? When will you tend to these burns? When will you wake from this hell? You can put it in a song But that won't change what's wrong No, it won't give you the key to the cell You know that it's true But of course it's up to you Still he doesn't love you Still he doesn't love you Still he doesn't love you