and we might just walk in circles
and your eyes try to observe me
and your hands a desert play thing
just to try to make your words seem
plant my roots before they're dry
give to me in time a life
and give me a little bit of the norm
now the bitch is right before you
and the smell just might absorb you
but a bitch is what you made it
here's a chance to rearrange it
make the face of one who cares
enter drunk but still be there
just give me a little bit of the norm
feel me but don't lean on me
sleazy and sometimes obscene
learn what is meant to be
evil face but pleasant thoughts
scared before but now it's gone