Bring It Back

Hello, hello — excuse me!
I think you left something at my house — oh, yes — my virginity!
Bring it back
He brought himself to me on a plate of raspberries and
And cherries and meringues and all that is sweet
And/or and/or and/or
Smells of girl
Uh-huh
How I laughed at him with a telephone voice
Even though he was still in the room with me
Oh, boy, ain’t you sweet?
You are full of fragments, full of emotional bones
I dusted my coat and answered the phone
But darned be that man — he never called
Ain’t it sweet? He cooed pleasantly
I hadn’t the time of day for him nor for me
I think you left something at my house — oh, yes — my virginity!
Bring it back, for Faen
Bring it back