Just go ahead and sell me short

Like the candyman on the corner pitching a dollar a dime

The same blood will course through my scorching veins

I won't buy into your killing crime

Like a clown having to paint on a smile

When his tears could flood the Nile

Every step I take towards you

You step back a desert mile

Your whispers cut my heart like lasers cut through glass

Why won't you just let up and let this go at last

Like the ocean on fire and rain on the sun

I'll carry my tube of lipstick

But I'll also have a gun

Graffiti on the corner, turning into modern art

All I have to do  is tear this place apart

Roses wilted in a vase some twenty years ago

And everything you wish you knew, you already know.

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