Paint me blue and in lace
I am on a plate
Sick of pills and Relate
Just take me for God's sake

I'm bold and open wide...

We sleep in a desert
With small crumbs of comfort
But I can't live by bread alone

Take a lick, take a taste
Don't let me go to waste

I'm out for you tonight...

We sleep in a desert
With small crumbs of comfort
But I can't live by bread alone

I know what you're thinking
"What's come over you?"
I'm not plug and play
I'm just the same
And I won't take the blame

Barely touching
Quiet crushing

Silence killing

 

 

 

NOTES: Can't remember what triggered this... I just had this vision of an older woman whose man has lost interest in her. The line around plug and play kind of catches it all - he'd rather play with his computer than her. This is her telling him that's just not good enough. On the recorded version, Ruth does an excellent job of making this real.