From the recording Awake
Mary Flower – Guitar
Doug Cox – dobro
Bad boys and good girls, words make it so. […] go with the flow;
Body brine when you’re in deep keeps you swimming low.
Body brawn […] feel the undertow?
Glad times and sad times, hear my storied woes; […] stories we all know
about bad boys and good girls, […], words make it so.
Unmaking the bed, pillows to and fro; unmaking my bed, pillows flung below.
He said, infinite pillows; I answered, well, no; infinite pillows, of course, it isn’t so.
Finite, just count them, his frown began to grow; […] will he up and go?
He said, small words, babe, small words; small words, babe, said this Romeo.
So, I tried to undress this fight; [...] to right my oversight:
etymology, hyperbole might get us through the night; […] bring us to new heights,
‘cause words are pretty sexy, they bring me such delight;
some words so sexy, they whet my appetite.
But he said, small words, babe, small words; small words, babe, turn off the light.
Look at this hunk, bodies make it so; […] bodies to and fro.
Baby words, be small m’babe, can’t you let it go? […] oh, so apropos.
Once shrunk there’s no word to make this boy my beau;
[…] we’ve reached a bad plateau
of small words, small words, small words; words make it so.
Chimes and rhymes, libidinous times, bodies all aglow:
light of day, we can’t unsay, better to forgo.
Bad boys and good girls, […], words make it so.