Charity carries a pride, charity deals in den and dice

charity is greedy for the core

each night she slips out the door

and while she’s gone

I’m in control

she’ll never miss

and pills I stole

no no no

later back who know from where

charity stumbles up the stairs

nursing her natural bias

cursing her like a lions meat

I hear the key

I tread that sound

she likes to see

my guts unwound

how much pure love

can one home handle

how much pure love

can this humble house hold

charity crashes in the bed

still with her winkle and boots



Charity she moans in her sleep

dreaming he sleep that earn her keep

me I get up

I face the floor

I troll the blankets

I check the door

how much pure love

can one home handle

how much pure love

can this humble house hold

sometimes I think

well thats enough

spots on my shorts

they wont wash out

but it comes down

the Charity

she never were

if she were free

no no no ....




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