Triple 7

Don't you know you'll never be the same I look for you through the work week And I love a man in uniform And he loves me like a slot machine From the valley of loose women in the cruel light of morning You call out my name like something from the bottom of a well Oh how they want, how they need How they cling to my sleeves til they're lacerated sails But in the night I am someone else Don't you know I'll always be this way A pure woman is hard to find, to come by these days And I know the looks of urge and scorn And I know the role I'm meant to play The role of the other woman who will spend her life longing Call out my name Like something from the bottom of a well How I want, how I need How I cling to your sleeves Till they're all fucked beyond repair But in the night I am someone else