Threadbare

She says I let you see me naked
But you can't look in my closet, it's a mess
And with one hand she says take it
With the other she withdraws it
And I guess she thinks I pity her
Or that I wish she were wittier
But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning

Now it's 4pm on Thursday
And the world could end for all that she's concerned
But I want her in the worst way
Though I know I'd better stall that thought
I've learned to treat her gingerly
At the risk of grievous injury
But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning

And I put her coat
On a hanger and she throws mine down
On thе floor, and is she looking back in anger
Or ? so much more whеn she says
"Wait 'til I get my hands on you
Wait 'til I get my hands on you
Wait 'til I get my hands on you
I'll smooth you out as good as new
I'll care for you like fabric"?

Now the couch looks pretty threadbare
We could give it to the Goodwill I suppose
But the flakes of skin we shed there
And the nail marks in the wood
Will be the only shred of evidence
That she ever shared this residence
But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning

When she says
"Wait 'til I get my hands on you
Wait 'til I get my hands on you
Wait 'til I get my, wait 'til I get my, wait 'til I get my
Wait 'till I get my hands on you
My hands on you"