Johnson
How do you do this to me
With the arc and with the cusp?
I am hallways of dark shadows
And you are treasure chests of trust.
There's a scent of sin and beauty
In our connect and in our thrust
And I am monsters lost in slurries
And you are amber, amber-toned and lust.
How do you?
How do you do this to me?
You will overstate your premise
And I will underact my part
We are stuck with these circumstances
Complicated and glistening from the start.
And you will stand there in the window
And I will strike you with my pride
For you are beauty and a widow
And I will blind you, I will blind you with my pride.
How do you?
How do you do this to me?