my mother would have my head if she knew what i did she d have my head if she knew what i did you were the opposite of elegance with a trace left of me on your fingertips a compromise of body and mind for you and everything that i d been taught turned as black as the hair on the back of your arm your olive skin retreated again that night so i sat in my car with my head on the dash waiting for this to pass my mother would have my head if she knew what i did she d have my head if she knew what i did visions of you from three nights before haunted me as a slipped out the door my rotten judgment rose above me once again i spun in my stool hoping that you would give me the attention i was accustomed to but it never came you stayed the same selfish unkind and still in my way we found ourselves tangled up in words we didn t mean i m guilty too but somehow everything meant more to me