Angels And Devils The Following Day

Loved i two men

Equally well

Though they were diff'rent

As heaven and hell

One was an artist

One drove a truck

One would make love

The other would fuck

Each treated me

The way he knew best

One help me lightly

One bruised my breast

And i responded

On two diff'rent levels

Like children reacting

To angels and devils

One was a poet

Who sang and read verse

One was a peasant

Who drank and who cursed

Before you decide

Who's cruel and who's kind

Let me explain

What i felt

In my heart and my mind....

The artist was tender

But suffered from guilt

Making him sorry

The following day

And he made me feel guilty

The very same way

In his bed on the following day

The other would take me

And feel no remorse

He'd wake with a smile

In the bed where we lay

And he made me smile

In the very same way

In his bed on the following day

The blow to my soul

By fear and taboos

Cut deeper far

Than a bodily bruise

And the one who was gentle

Hurt me much more

Than the one who was rough

And made love on the floor