Good As Gold

Who keeps track of things like that?
Well, I do
You better make me happy
Or I’ll be howling at the moon
It’s all fun and games
Till I’m feeling blue
I discovered a continent in you
But now I’ve settled
So I’m hitting every party
Gonna find myself some fun
We’ll take uppers in the morning
Light our cigarettes off the sun
When night falls we’ll go cruising
And drink until we’re numb
And I’ll make you
Make you want me
Want me until I’m done
Here’s your last attempt
At keeping me at bay
You’re gonna chain me to every word I say
Oh, my resolve is weak
I always crack
And I’ve been reading too much Nin
And you Kerouac
When you wake up in the morning
I’ll be motionless and cold
You will bring to me some water
Yeah, you’ll do what you’re told
When I see you looking somber
I’ll say, «Babe you’re as good as gold
But I can’t see you again tonight
I’ve got a reputation to uphold»
Then he whispered in my ear
«You're a sly bitch, you are»
So I drank away my headache
And I stumbled out of his car
Through the fogged up glass of the window
He made a clearing with his hand
And with his eyes he told me
«One day you’ll understand»