Lonesome is someone we both know really well

Ill-favored woman

Uncomely your body

Plain your face

Shame on me for using you

Shame on you for letting me


In the dark I crawl to you for shelter

Between yours arms I picture another

You rise towards the window

And I feel cold already

You mistake my selfishness for romance

When I pull you closer


Because if she sees us together

For sure she'll go

To wait patiently in a corner

She, the always willing mistress

Never jealous, forever patient.