Sow Mare Bitch Vixen

Spit on your hand and lead me inside
Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women
One more line and an audience will clap in their head
Removing the animal hide that covers your bed
With a classroom compass I can now say I’ve been kissed
Across my pale body, clenched in her fist
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women
Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard
Zip up your boots, I’ll be in the yard
The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings
I tell her I’m with someone, she laughs, says «no strings»
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women
It’s easy to remember and hard to forget
For the dust of reflection has not settled yet
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women