The Love I Fake

I’m renting a room in a house of sin
My landlord says I’m her best tenant
She never cares what time I come in
So long as I pay the rent
I slept in the cornfield before I came here
So I’m used to the crackling of her broom
As she sweeps up all the bottles of beer
That are broken outside my room
I keep all my loyal clients satisfied
My landlord collects on her percentage
My hourly rates are stratified depending
Well I intuit their intent and then…
I wish I could feel the love I fake
I wish you could see the faces you make
Slow down, honey, 'cuase it’s all give and take
You give me money first, for fuck’s sake
Daddy said, «Little girl, you must follow the tracks
till you get to Lily’s Red Closet.
I lost the house, so we can’t come back here.
I missed my last deposit.»
I never once meant for this
I never once meant to stay
But I thought that I may be of some use
Buy back the house with what the guys pay me
For taking all their abuse
Well I keep all my dirty clients' whims at bay
and Lily collects on her commision
As if I’d been consigned on layaway
hey hey, in ready-made positions, then…
I wish I could feel the love I fake
I wish you could see the faces you make
Slow down, honey, 'cuase it’s all give and take
You give me money first, for fuck’s sake
I wish I could feel the love I fake
I wish you could see the faces you make
Slow down, honey, 'cuase it’s all give and take
You give me money first, for fuck’s sake