Don’t you know

you got dynamite in your veins.

You’re built like an explosion zone.

 

So how can you expect the men you love

not to lose their legs

From the land mines planted

In the walk towards you

Around you

In you.

 

Men like to dance and dig

And all you do is burn.

 

They like music

And you’re a concerto of shrieking ash

 

You just want to be The One.

you won’t accept that no man

Is very singular.

Most of them

like to think in variety.

And that fuels your flame.

 

You can’t lambast him for Adam’s shame

You can’t be a torch and a fiancé

A volcano,

his woman,

and yourself.

 

Lest you swallow the universe

And burn us all alive.