If she strokes you cheeks with her fingertips
If she kisses the eyelids
Of your eyes, reddened by all those years of fighting
My friend
If she whispers gently in your ear
That she loves you as you are
And that she’ll take all that you are
My friend
Believe her if you can
It might be that she’s sincere
It might be that she’s sincere
My friend
If she promises to take action
To rip out your eyes
And then your cock with her teeth
My friend
Don’t move a muscle
Keep your nose clean
Or make a run for it, and don’t turn back
My friend
Because, you’d best believe her
It could be that she’s sincere
It could be that she’s sincere
My friend
If you come home one evening
Worn-out from a job
Which only helps you follow the crowd
My friend
If you find this note
Scratched on the table like this
“You’re not so young anymore, and neither am I
Got to get a move on, goodbye forever my dear”
Believe her if you can
It could be that she’s sincere
It could be that she’s sincere
My friend
So, pour yourself a stiff one
And tell yourself that in time
You could have died from love
No longer