Time takes the years from out of our hides Wait for the belt with bated breath And the bait on the line Finds a fish in the sea Your teeth take the cake and feed it to me I heard from a little bird That you crushed its mama's bones Please look me in the face Don't you be disgraceful Oh lord, oh please say, say it ain't so For I'm immune I'm immune to no one Love is a luxury that I can't quite afford I call it by name And you know it just walks out my door Maybe I shouldn't hold it so tightly anymore Your smoke builds a plume How it stifles my perfume And the paint on the walls of your room Makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June And I never want to see you I never want to see you again But I long to see you soon For a heart can be as stark and sad As a single laugh in a funeral parlor And my argument is as senseless As picking up pennies from the snow And loneliness she can be a who*e I take her to bed— I'm so sure she won't be there in the morning Oh lord what more could we be for Than the bangles on your wrist? Oh lord what more could we be for Than the tangles in your hair? Look me in my face Don't you be a disgrace Oh lord, please say it ain't so What more could we be for Than the change clanging in your pockets? The pennies falling from your hand into the snow The pennies falling from your hand into the snow