When it all gets to be a little too much
her husband is gone a little too long
she's feeling a little too alone
she comes to me
A cigarette whisper on the end of the line
desperation veiled by seduction
like orange stripes on a black wall
she comes to me
When she's had just a little too much to drink
my house is a little too close
my bed a little too comfortable
she comes to me
fingernails tapping on my kitchen window
her soul camouflaged in apathy
like black stripes on a black wall
she comes to me
When she's been thinking a little too much
memories a little too foggy
her needs a little too intense
she comes to me
Lips brushing against the back of my neck
hiding a secret in plain sight
like butterfly wings on a black wall
she comes to me
