Basket Case

Do you have the time

To listen to me whine?

About nothing and everything

all at once?

Sometimes I give myself the creeps

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

 

Sometimes when I sit in church, I feel very guilty.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the devil himself.

I may appear sweet, innocent and lady like..

And all the old ladies may fawn over my dresses and classiness but..

If they only knew my dirty little secrets..

I want to f**k the man ahead of me

And I want to run wild and free

But I need to be a good girl

Because I want to get to heaven

and I need to respect Christ

I am so blessed

We all are

But I still want to do the man ahead of me

Or if the man from England appeared

We'd kiss right down in the bathroom

We could lock the doors  

Sometimes I look around

and I realize

I'm not the only one

Who has dirty little secrets

What if the woman behind me ran over her neighbors dog?

What if that man had 13 affairs?

Who are these strangers amongst me?

We all have stories

Dark sides

And we all have things

That go on behind closed doors

It makes me squirm in my dress

and I look to the cross

with an innocent smile

and a devious but gentle heart

I'm a sinful mess

Author's Note