icy baby

So, we’ve been dating for some time now...
And I think it’s time we had a “talk”
About my needs.

I like you -
But not enough.
You don’t give
Me enough stuff.

You see, you have one major lack:
You can’t give me my
Knick-knacks.

You see, they’re dear, my dear,
Much more I fear
Than you, to me,
Are.

I hate to do this to you now,
But I need to live in style.
A night without your tender touch
Seems worth it by a mile.

You see, it’s dear, my dear,
Much more, I fear
Than you, to me,
Are.

Oh, you wanna do something about it now?

I hear the sound of something creeping close,
The promise of it ‘all.’
Hark!—here comes an armoured car!
I hear its tempting call.

If you want me just so bad
As you do say to me,
Hold this gun there with your hand,
And aim it at that man.

*sigh*

I’m sorry things
Didn’t work out,
But I’m sure you’ll understand...

I hope your cellmate likes to touch -
You know I never did.

Yes, I’m an icy baby.
I use money to keep me warm.