We first met it was raining

In a house with bay windows

And all the fitting and fixtures

And a catalogue of injury



She磗 got a credo in underground movies

Her father is a lawyer

Who paid for the fitting and fixtures

And a house with bay windows



And I磎 calling from a Baltimore Hotel

Don磘 let it ring again

Your movies are your own

You磖e on a limb again

calling from a Baltimore hotel

Don磘 let it ring again

Your movies are your own

Don磘 let him in again



Four weeks later in April

I took her to the doctors

Said "I磛e no prescription"

For compromised solution



And I磎 calling from a Baltimore Hotel

Don磘 let it ring again

Your movies are your own

You磖e on a limb again

calling from a Baltimore hotel

Don磘 let it ring again

Your movies are your own

Don磘 let him in again



Ten years

Caught in a trap by my own cunning

Thought I was smart

Thought I was dying

For years

I lived in a flat without water running

Thought it was smart

Thought it was funny



I'm writing in memoirs

The underground press remain faithful

Ghost writing her memoirs

Maybe we磍l get it on cable