Lay your burden length-wise
Bind his wrist with zip ties
Tell yourself don't dwell on what he tells his wife
You're not the first, so what's the fuss?
Didn't our mothers love us enough? Enough, enough, enough, enough.
Gee, aren't we the easy mark
Heart left in some car-park
Hind and prone, you had to burn those clothes
Were we once lovely from the front?
Could be your cousin touched us too much? Too much, too much, too much, too...
Lost little girls eyes and welts that swell up plate-size
Some men just mount and well, who could help themselves
What awful things his bed springs sung
Hasn't our promise cost us enough? Enough, enough, e...