Pauvre Coeur

[Verse 1]
If I recall it was a Friday
Gentle hum before the war
You were high and watching poker
And I had just walked in the door
You started screaming at the TV
Saying, make a play you filthy whore
And I was trying to make you see me
Like the way you did before

[Chorus]
So I took off my clothes and I opened a bottle
And told you I'd do you whatever you wanted
Naked on the floor
Crying I'm too beautiful

Oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur beats no more

[Verse 2]
Dare I say I was enamored
By the stories of your pain
You were darkened in the wild fight
And I was tangled in your mane
But God forbid you would get angry
I had to dive out of the way
You'd be gunning for me blindly
And there was nothing I could say

[Chorus]
But I love you don't do this, is it really worth it?
That’s not very Buddhist and I don't deserve it
I'm naked on the floor
Crying I'm too beautiful

Oh my poor, poor, pauvre coeur beats no more
Poor, pauvre coeur beats no more

[Outro]
Making me nauseous open elevator
I'm stuck in the middle, there's nobody out there
To pull me off my sword
I am far too beautiful to be yours