Cheap Rags

She was sizing me up

She was staring you down

She glared at me and growled my eyes looked lovely on her gown

She was feeling us out

To see who's daring who

She sighed and cooed your lipstick sure looked lovely on her shoe



She curled up and purred

In a wrought iron bed

You closed your eyes and whispered, “She looks gorgeous in red”

She said, “The Jag really brings out my bag and my shoes

I need leathers, pearls and diamonds

Bring me feathers, furs and fools”



She wore our wind on her wastelands

She wore our hearts on her sleeve

She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown

She was only wearing you and me around



We swung from her rafters and her grand chandelier

I drank from her slipper with her tongue in my ear

We crawled through her stairwells, her cellars, and her halls

We rattled all her windows and left cracks in all her walls



She wore our wind on her wastelands

She wore our hearts on her sleeve

She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown

She was only wearing you and me around



She said, “Sin only wears us all around for a while

We rise into fashion, then we fall out of style”

Now we're tattered on her barbed wire

And scattered on her thorns

We're litter on her roadside and we're fodder for her scorn



She wore our wind on her wastelands

She wore our hearts on her sleeve

She pinned the medal of our scent to her gown

She was only wearing you and me around