Lyrics Jette-Ives - In the Presence of...

You aim to please
In a back door dime store motels
Are too good for you
Kind of way
And me
I don’t give a shit
I have nothing to say about
Your tight alter girl, pervasively persuasive,
Lollypop-licking,
Catholic schoolgirl-sipping
Ways.

You’re a rhapsody in jeans
You’re an orgasm on the verge
You remind me of an absinthe high
You hint of orgies and mirrors
You’re into late night trysts
Naked when you’re clothed and I admit
I really
Really
Want to sleep with you.

So if I aim to please
Will you aim to repeat me?
In a back door dime store motels
Could be too good for me
Kind of way?

And you don’t
You don’t give a shit
You have
Nothing to say
No you don’t
You don’t give a shit
You have nothing to say about
Me.

So I never should have left
And I never should have had
I never should have wanted anything so
Badly.
I never would have followed
I never would have danced
I would not have seduced if you
Had not entranced
I craved
I wasted
I hunted
I starved
I am the stuff that nightmares become
—The echo after the anger has gone.

To Kathryn:
But light reflects from you
In a very pretty way
And I am not easily distracted
Led victim of the light
There’s a right thing to do
But I can’t see past the light
So now
There’s just
You.