Originally on the album, "Jesus Porky"


I'm watching your every move
From across the crowded room
Beautiful in every way
It's a shame that it's your day

Hired by the Feds and the CIA
Said to take you out in any possible way
But your eyes take me to another realm
Make me forget about that microfilm.

But baby it's your turn, I got a job to do
A lesson you gotta learn. Send a message to your Moscow crew.

Baby don't hate me. Business is what it be.
But it's hard for me. Hard to me to see.
How I won't be able to feel. Baby this is real.
How bout we make a deal?
How bout you never steal?
Let me treat you to meal?
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

So now we're at dinner.
You told me you were clean.
You're still alive. We're both winners.
Now together we will live in glee.

Our eyes meet over the candlelight
We sip our wine romantic-like.
I spill the glass and feel the fool
But then I notice the residue.

The drink was spiked. Our eyes met in fright.
But only mine contained the fear for I know now what you did my dear.

She said:

I start to convulse. I lose my pulse.
My mouth starts to foam. I am alone
As out the door you flew.
My eyes roll back. My spinal cord snaps.
As I have cardiac arrest, I use my final breath
To say that I love you.


from A Big Ol' Box of Ghost Peeps, released June 1, 2012


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