Standing half naked and alone in my kitchen,
I like girls with cores of steel
Wrapped in softness you can't touch,
Girls who are cynical and tired
Holding out limping feminitiy and hope.
I like girls whose bases weather through
And whose voices are deceptively fragile
And who will not shut up, just switch methods
These girls whose hooks unto me
Don't break, just blend into
Another part of this circle.
Babe you gonna mock me,
I never get what I want.
It ain't gonna wound me
I've already stiched it up.