Up the Neck Pretenders

Anger and lust
My senses running amok
Bewildered and deluded
Have I been hit by a truck?
When my tongue lay inside his lip
Felt like the time in the womb
But I woke up with a headache that split my skull
Alone in the room

I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees
Under the bed with my teeth sunk into my own flesh
I said, "Baby, oh, sweetheart"

Lust turns to anger
A kiss to a slug
Something was sticky
On your shag rug, look at the tile
I remember the way he groaned
And moved with an animal skill
I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest
It was all very run of the mill

But I noticed his scent started to change somehow
His face went berserk and the veins bulged on his brow
I said, "Baby, oh, sweetheart"