She is frenzied to the point of pain.
She is counting up her list again.
She won`t satisfy another man.
You understand.
You can`t cross the boundry beyond which she stands.
He`s disposed of all his inner mind,
Donned his mask and left the world behind.
He has cancelled all the checks he signed,
So why be kind this time?
You can`t see the picture of you in his hand.
(Really wicked Danny Kootch jazz solo ala John Coltrane)
Now they`ve thrown out all the undesired,
Morbid dreams behind a gay attire.
They won`t talk about the morning fire,
So why aspire?
You don`t want to be what they think is a man.