I believe you

I call you where you claim to be at work
sneers at the other end hit home like dirt
later you say you fainted at your desk
and that you need some rest
well that's something, something
well that's true

They say you're seen all over this old town
in them revealing supersexy gowns
they say you're easy for the boys
and that I'm just your toy
well that's something, something
that ain't true
something that ain't true
that you would never do
I believe you

All winter long you kept me on my knees
just like a sweeper or some frantic priest
then whispered sweetly "it's a test,
and babe it's for the best"
well that's something, something
well that's true

And now it's May and all the blossoms show
but I still feel I'll wake up out in that snow
they say you never really need me
that you only bleed me
but that's something, something
that ain't true
etc.

10/5/1979. Door Mark Bouwens en Jan V. op muziek gezet en door Urban Jungle opgenomen op een mini CD eind jaren tachtig (Kafka Records)