Street Proposition

Babe, baby, you saved me, babe
The man with the hot fist
You kissed and you kissed
Just for me, oh
And babe
I'm gonna be your man again
Gonna take the axe
From the shed
So hot that it bled
Silver metal, oh
The night is that tight lipped crypt
Left for Jezebel
Bell, my belle
So why in the gunshot night
Low greenlit light
Did you come
To tear of your skin
And let him in
Babe, have you wept
Wept my dear?
The fact that I fear
You call out a knife and a name, name
And I struck concrete lame
And I'd kill for my hussy doll
Do you love me at all?
The train tracks they're calling
For blood, blood
And I strung myself
I strung myself
Up for you
So kiss me and kiss me
And kiss only me