Never leave a woman
when she’s singing the blues
or both of you will lose
your life in some form —
you can count on this little worm
to take hold of the core,
the apple and more.
Little wet tears
will rain in your ears,
your eyes will bear scars
that will bleed in bars. No,
leave her when she’s dressed for the ball,
when she’s full of life and ten feet tall,
and handsome men still come to call, yes,
leave her when she loves herself, and
leave her when she’s ten feet tall –
or maybe just don’t leave her at all.