where did my words go

oh, baby girl.

you used to have all these thoughts

about elephants and orphans

and lampshades, all sorts

of interesting thoughts

but now they don’t come out to play,

it’s like that magic blew away,

and now you don’t know what to say

and even worse, you’ve met a man

who ties your tongue, or better

yet he makes you say things

you should never ever say.

and the second he comes

you forget what you said;

if you knew what you’ve said,

you’d wish you were dead.

babygirl he’s not worth it,

he’s not worth a damn.

so go take back your words

and get rid of your man.

why can’t you do it?

why are you scared?

chin up, shoulders back

and remember

what I’ve been trying to say all along:

if all is for art, you can do no wrong,

for all turns to god when it’s part of a song.