Darling, throw me right back to the wolves.
Out come the wolves, and they smell me for miles.
The first one to find me was Old Jealousy.
He’d put his teeth right into my shoulder, and for a good laugh he’d lacerate me.
Wolf Number Two was day-into-night-and-night-into-day and it swallowed me whole.
You came along and you tore out his stomach and I was reborn and out of control.
The third one to find me was green-eyed and lovely.
I can’t understand why she kept me about.
She never wanted to make me her dinner.
She’d chew me up and spit me out.
Darling, throw me right back to the wolves.