Dear Lover,
Do
you sell crimson hearts and bloody shoes?
If I could, I would buy,
steal your love from Etta’s blues.
Crimson hearts wear bloody shoes.
If
I could, I would buy,
rent a naked day, sold in sweat upon your bed.
Crimson hearts wear bloody shoes.
I hear them dancing with the dead.
Spent
in sweat upon your bed,
I’d fuck my love into your being.
I fear we’re dancing with the dead.
My holey heart won’t quite quit bleeding.
I’d
fuck my love into your being
and shimmy naked in your tub.
My holey heart is naked bleeding,
while your heart is leaking love.
If
I shimmied naked in your tub
and stole your love from Etta’s blues,
I’d see your heart was leaking love
on crimson hearts and bloody shoes.