Mink Skin Coat
MINK SKIN COAT
You know how to push my buttons
Because you were the one who wired them in
And you know where my skeletons are buried
Because you helped me dig the graves
And I'm afraid
I'm wearing my ugliness
Like a shameful, slaughtered mink skin coat
And you know
And you know
Every fettered fibre and follicle
Because you stitched and sewed the seams and hems
And when will
When will it end?
Where and when will I be stung by the inevitable sting?
I live in hope
I live in fear
Of regretting letting you get so near
Writer/s: Cassels
