Everything will be . . . . Just Fine!

Written 04/09/1998

It has now become my favorite game to play
I put the cross hairs on their bodies and
Target all the parts that make us guys get sooo excited and 'go for our guns'
I know what it is that I want
I aim for all the soft parts
Between the legs, on the chest . . . between the eyes
I like to go for the knee caps first
It brings them down quick. Makes it easier to catch them.
I was once told by an old lover of mine that I made her
"Weak in the knees" when I did, what it was, that I did.
So now I just go with what I'm good at
Because when you're good, you are good
After I get them down, then I go for the heart
I do it slow. Real slow. Over a long period of time
I'm never in a rush, it's not like they're going anywhere
And I've got all the time in the world
So I do my work, and when I'm done rearranging all their wires
And I've got them right where I want them
I make sure that they're wrapped nice and tight around my finger
Plus I want to make sure that they are not (sure.)
So that's when I go for the mind. Where the real juicy meat is
The heart is so easy to f**k with.
We'll believe anything just to feel wanted and loved and happy
It is so hard to find in fact, that we will cling to the first fist
That reaches out to us.
Even when its in our face
What is a little pain when you've got love!?!? (*note sarcastic tone)
And you will do anything to hold onto it
Even if it tears you apart when tearing itself away from you
Taking bits and pieces of your heart and mind and soul with it
Leaving you as nothing but an empty shell, a shadow of yourself
That is why I stick to the mind game to get off on
I tell'em things like; "Don't worry your pretty little head over it.
Things happen like that sometimes, it'll be O.K.
Everything will be . . . . Just Fine!"
So that way when I'm gone, I'm all they ever thought that they ever were
Because I want make sure to keep all my work intact
They get so tightly wrapped around s**t like that, they love it
And they love me for it!!! And I can't help it, but I love'em too
That is . . .
Until I move on to my next target
To another pretty face, another pretty victim
It's my favorite game to play (and so easy too)
Love is such a dangerous weapon baby, and I'm loaded
Both barrels.