He’s a terrible man
With soft eyes.
He uses me for a target.
He knocks me around.
He makes me cry
With a look.
He makes me tremble
When he is late.
He’s a terrible man
With green eyes
He sees through me,
He looks right through me
Like I’m transparent
When he’s with me
I cry, I moan
I remain quiet.
I slip down a slope
of fear and dread.
This man haunts me
He crucifies me
He’s a terrible man
A terrible man
But when he caresses me,
When I feel his two hands
Placed like a bandage
Over my grieving eyes
Then I come alive again
I rediscover springtime
Happiness draws me
To the core of my lover.
He’s a terrible man
With blue eyes.
My heart is the target
Where he aims best.
He comes back to me.
He always comes back
With a big ‘L’
Called Love
He’s a terrible man
He’s afraid of the night.
In my fragile arms
He calms down and laughs
And then falls asleep.
And then I look at him
He’s no longer violent
It’s me who guards him,
A sentry apart
From me, the loser.
When dawn arrives
I’ll abandon the watch
Of this terrible man
Of this terrible man
Of this terrible man
Of this terrible man
Terrible...terrible...
(sigh)