Courting Disaster
© 1980 The Imports
Nervous she talks of being beaten and left to cry
Trembling she says she’s grown too strong to feel the pain
Prying inside to see if I will stay with her
Leaving me cold and wanting to hurt her more—too bad
Smiling at me as if she knew me, I want to leave
Craving a moment’s rest from incessant bantering
Shoving herself at me—I don’t know, should I accept?
Sexual favors that imply so much more than that
Her eyes become murdering holes that draw me inside
Enticing she waits to see if I will fall for her
Daring me to come along, I don’t know if I will
Take the chance to be happy, I don’t think I could be
