Mow Down Love
There's a lonesome cowboy under my cloak
his gentle-manliness is a sniggering joke
to this woman wronged by man's negligent ways
making up for lost time when back out to play
shall we share a new friendship she said, on a freestyle basis?
the question was an ambidextruous tickling one
I checked the motives, inspected explosives,
mow down love, I mow down love till it grows back again
so I ordered more coffee, chewed my gum, tried to loosen my throat
focusing on her flow of anecdote
"my teenage pals are cool but my colleagues are just not open-minded,
that missing sexual irony, think I know... somewhere I might just find it"
I checked the motives, inspected explosives ,
mow down love, mow down love, till it grows back again
then we sped out of sight, left shiteland at a canter
tuning in readily to each other's hearty banter
we trimmed our poney's hooves with carefully chosen ointments
with the right Latin name and the right pronunciation
oh the way she went about me
somehow knowing how to soothe my profoundest disappointments
singing me mow down love, mow down love now....