Lafayette

I'm ill-defined
To make you mine
Would be a crime
Un cher bébé
Not there today
And neither here nor there

These cajun canadians in old french south
Know the bayou's ruth
For voodoo, scarcity and detrimental touch

Bayou just means swamp
Let's not kid anyone again
A bouillabaisse is far too much
For dollies weakened by a pin

ONE: Should I even be giving it up to you?
TWO: Should I even have access to you?

I pole the pirogue
Plucking okra in the dark
To return before the dawn
I'd have better slept in the park
Now I 'm whiskey on the lawn
Poured out by my wake's hangers on

He ran me over with his car
When all his bullets failed
As he "refused to starve"
Not sorry that he killed the thieving child

I bought a sharp eyeliner pen
And on the bathroom wall began
The scrawl that let the whole world in

In hunger a child makes baseless accusations
A kaboodle of ivory
Cannot conceal the voice of
Rings of violet
Speaking violence

It's not that her eyes were always so dark
Only that they deserved blackening so often
And never deserved healing in infancy nor youth

There is no rhyme to this
no time to miss one's mother,
brothers, buttered bread
its reason was sin on my head
his hate presents
an open stare
no furtive glance
a closing snare
mauvais romance

laisse-moi donne toi kisses all over your body
Mon cher