Careless Love
One Hundred Dollars
Oh I know the cracks in the ceiling
Like the cabby knows the streets of his town
Where the plaster's crumbled from the couple upstairs
Pounding their feet on the ground
Where the paint runs off to a territory where it really just shouldn't be
It's a sloppy paint job, but not so sloppy as the way that you do me
Chorus
I never cum but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow, my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"
Watson sang of a woman who pummeled his heart
Her sweet love, it proved untrue
Oh I know she strayed, but before she did
Did her legs limp as mine do?
Did she plan her escape as his gut smacked down
On her stomach, so still and lifeless?
Well I'm willing to wager she was getting done
By a love that he called careless
Chorus
I never cum but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow, my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"
Well I stripped down my pillow and I gathered all my things
I packed that case like a bag
Took a dagger like a pen into his oak bed;
These words of warning did tag
If the love that you give ain't the love that you're getting
Then like the constellations move on
These words written to be read by that next little head
That he should lay a hand upon
Chorus 2
I won't come home and it won't matter
He could find any other girl
Her head planted on that pillow, her eyes fixed up above
And that's what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"