Cathy Three

Why hang around the mall, sit down in the rain, hover at infirmary's door, you are never home, always the same, stuff makes you roam, what am I saying this for, there’s nothing to gain, while you dance with whores, can't you atone, smooth away my pain, I'm not on loan, you know the score, my face a savage shade, I’m praying I don’t roar, I never want to moan, say this time it’s too late, spit on the floor, cry out your name, you’re not needed anymore, face myself again love's too raw