Skyclad - Little Miss Take Lyrics
Thought I'd got it right - for once I'd sought and found perfection.when you said "I love you you addressed your own reflection.I'd prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of desire,the best they had on offer was one devil of a liar!You can't be accused of procrastinationone brief separation - the dream went staleYou sever all ties with a swift lacerationleave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale)Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?The Oueen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of liesthen laughed in my face like it didn't matterthat you'd crossed my heart and I hoped to die.Licked my wounds and hugged my chainsbelieving you pre-menstrualunaware love could be blind to torture cruel and mentalstn regret I must confess I realised too lateyou re-define endearment as 'the tender side of hate"I'm already broken - so don't kick me betterWhat colour's the sky in your world - is it green?It seems I'm not even worth one paltry letter,cast off like a tampon - you stamp on my dreamWere you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of liesthen laughed in my face like it didn't matterthat you'd crossed my heart and I hoped to die.Could it possibly be that In your dictionary "Love' and "Lies" are definedboth the same?I know how you can catch your ideal manjoin a singles-club for the insaneThe prize for my stupidity' - a noose about my neckNest time that she says "Good day" make sure you go and checkMislay your smile - this dacryphile is turned on by sighsWhen she has her eye on you - good fortune and good fliesYou can't be accused of procrastination,one brief separation - the dream went stale,You sever all ties with a swift laceration.leave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale).Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies,then laughed in my face like it didn't matter,that you'd crossed my head and I hoped to dieBoth sickened to learn (and yet glad to discover).that Venus once held me with (ch) arms so fakeI'd have once sold my soul for this faithless lover,now I couldn't give a damn for my little Miss Take.
