Martina Four

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is savage blue, love is raw, no sense of ease, always back of your Queue, you never once say please, are you divined by whores, sitting there in bloom, a fool for your cause, there's bad on this street, need you there for news, a flutter or a dream, hacking out your chores, you turn my life askew, I sweat in furious pause, can't you even see, they dance on the moon, like you used to breeze, why my lover roars, you never were my glue, sticking in my craw, your head full of tunes.