She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.
'Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how's that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
her electronic haze.