there’s no need
to justify your
wanderin’ eyes to me.
I’ve seen you sweeping the floor
since we walked through the door
for another’s empty arms and company.
And if you want him,
even half as much as it seems,
by all means-
take him and leave.
I’ll pick up the tab,
go on and get yourselves a cab.
There’s a motel between here, heaven, and hell.
But if he’s not all you see
when you close your eyes and try to sleep,
just meet me in the morning and we’ll agree
that we’ll keep this between you and me.
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