Tony/Tanya

Caught the bus Rolled a cigarette Tony blushed Ripped my fishnets I said "I'd rather you want me dead Then for you to braid my hair While you twist my neck Does Tanya know you're here? Silly newlywed!" And Margaret, I don't think I'm coming home They'll put me in a magazine before I'm gone Or at least that's what they promise when they look at me that long He traced my palms, as if laced with thread The closer he came, the more he smelled of gingerbread My feet became heavy and filled with dread But we danced Crushing the gingersnap The leaning lamps Leaned against the power plant If I had wanted to be anything, it was something surreal and hardly believed Drunk but not forgotten like the son of the steed That walks through your dreams and talks in your sleep Margaret, this time, I'm not coming home I'm a starlet now so long as I hold my pose Because Jonah and the swingers make me less alone Maybe again in Mexico, we'll be steady and relieved Of cast iron pots, and paper trails, stole a smoke when I got up to leave But Boris cried, within his thin dark suit, said "I'll be swallowed by the sea" And I replied, enthusiastically: "Just you wait until we get out of New Jersey"