Come on baby
Let us go make perfectly beautiful trouble
Ask not what time it is
Find it in me
Enter your gates
Leave your qualms hanging on the rack by the door
Come pinch off my spirit
Eat it in remembrance of me
Store the sweet milky manna for another time
Let’s be like Lot’s wife, disregard and look back
Stony eyed
Innocent until we are guilty, Guilty until we are innocent
Because we are only human
If you want me, here I am, like I am