image She Said I Kind Of Looked Like Strindberg “ Just drive,” I said to the cabbie, so he drove like it’s a getaway car, I'm all choked up, can’t get my head round the way things really are …. I would’ve called to say goodbye but there’s no bars on my telephone, Anyway, you’re probably out cruising for teenyboppers to take home. You told me you were bad, I said I really wouldn't want to fuck an angel..... I was working the nightshift at the noodle bar, you lit your cigarette off mine, And going home we peeked in on lit-up rooms from the top deck of the 159. You said you meet this priest on Wednesdays, that he pays you just to blaspheme, I swear to God you're were the most exciting thing I’d ever seen. The taste of you and the Valpolicella did a tango on my tongue. I read all that stuff in your diary about the doll’s head you found in the sand, And how the best time you’d ever been given was from the singer in a reggae band, You were upstairs with some bellhop, I was downstairs, drunk and on my knees, Come first light I'm at the window watching dawn creeping out the trees. That fortune-teller said we’d be happy, the lying bitch …… Just ‘cos you said I kind of looked like Strindberg, I speed-read everything of his I could find. One night when I couldn’t get a hard-on you flung my leather jacket on the fire, I should’ve grabbed you by the throat and why I didn’t I really can’t say, But that rope-bridge slung between us was really starting to fray. How come I only ever wanted impossible things? Evening’s creeping through the suburbs like a wolf out hunting her kill, If you ever feel you need to see me again I’ll be waiting, I promise I will, You said you really meant to love me, it’s just that somehow you forgot, And the longer you stared at me the more invisible I got. The cabbie’s driving too fast and neither of us feels much like talking ....... *************************** [ Back ]