ist - Freudian Corduroy - Released 2003
Moment of Release
Knock on the door with fingernails instead of fists
You count the condoms and the bullets in your purse
You've steeled yourself to take him out
Take him out for better or for worse
Your mother called again tonight to disapprove of you
Said you ought to grow up, find a husband, settle down
And suddenly you knew the shade of red
That you would have to paint this town
Hope the morning finds you in one piece
Pack the wolf away beneath the fleece
Wipe away the sweat and the chip-pan grease
Hope you find your moment of release
You let your dress drop and slide the guilt over to him
Though it's his barriers that your passion overcame
It's not your fault your back is arched
And you are screaming out his name
You weren't born great and you haven't achieved greatness yet
So once again you're lying back and waiting for the thrust
And though you're wide awake and widely spread
It's more insomnia than lust
Hope the morning finds you in one piece
Pack the wolf away beneath the fleece
Wipe away the sweat and the chip-pan grease
Hope you find your moment of release
You match the speed with which they exhaust their need
Until you're not even quite sure
That you exist
For all the white noise that proves to you, you've been enjoyed
There's never any trace left
Of a kiss
You close the door, swallow hard to keep the liquor down
Wipe your hands down something that you haven't paid for yet
You tell yourself you let him live
And hope it's not the last chance that you get…
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