Jack Spicer - One Night Stand lyrics

Listen, you silk-hearted ba*tard, I said in the bar last night, You wear those dream clothes Like a swan out of water. Listen, you wool-feathered ba*tard, My name, just for the record, is Leda. I can remember pretending That your red silk tie is a real heart That your raw wool suit is real flesh That you could float beside me with a swan's touch Of casual satisfaction. But not the swan's blood. Waking tomorrow, I remember only Somebody's feathers and his wrinkled heart Draped loosely in my bed.