A mourning wind cries cold tonight.
Pallbearing as I be
Suffering a costly loss
A lass I cannot see.
I lost a girlfriend last September.
Yeah, that's a while ago
but still, sometimes, I think about her.
Oh, baby, don’t you know.

Chorus:
You two timin’, Swill slimin’, Life miming bitch.
You back stabbin’, Crotch grabbin’, Wiccan blabbin’ witch
You butt reamin’, buck schemin’, your blood's pumping blue.
Nothin’s worse than livin’ the curse of lovin' one like you.

Beat my skin and shred my soul
It doesn’t hurt a wink
Rip my eyelids off my brow
And grind them til they stink
Peel my skin from off of my face
Make my muscles glow
Loving you is killing me.
Baby,  you don’t know.

Bridge:
I really love your fingertips.
I keep them in a jar
The rest of you I cannot stand
For people, you did mar.
No one came to your funeral.
I didn’t think they’d care.
There wasn’t one good thing of you
For anyone to share.

<Organ dirge  (X  X  xx  X xx-x xx X)>

Chorus (with last line slowly and with "feeling")
You two timin’, Swill slimin’, Life miming bitch.
You back stabbin’, Crotch grabbin’, Wiccan blabbin’ witch
You butt reamin’, buck schemin’, your blood's pumping blue.
Nothin’ is worse than livin’ the curse of lovin' one like you.
Yes, nothin’s worse than livin’ the curse of lovin' one like you.
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© 2002 David I. Brager