Thin skin gets you nothing but love sore
You can wipe yourself clean
But you'll mess up like before
Strut in my direction and let me
Slip into your clothes
And I saw as she undressed
Tattooed on her breast
A black willow
I took her number from the back of a newspaper
Next to the obituaries
I knew that I might need it later
The wicked rain poured hard upon the lane
Where no roses only thorns grow
Said won't you wring the tears out
Of my coat black willow
She said "Taste the poison but don't finish your drink yet"
She tied me up then she went out for cigarettes
Why must we suffer for love
Why must we love to suffer
Maybe friction makes the flame
It's why we die to tame each other
Cheap talkers don't make the phone ring
And heavy sleepers don't break the bed springs
Interventions of the flesh where our bodies depress
As she crawled into the window
For the curtains they were drawn
In the morning she was gone black willow
And so the story goes
Until the bitter end
Two shots of bourbon and I'm back on the road again
Where does the man begin
Where does the animal end
Will I ever know
I think about it everyday
And I try to get away black willow