Pasionate Fight
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Obscure the late afternoon with a drape
Don't let him follow her latest escape
Or the fanfare of taxis, set needlessly played
As a forty-watt bulb burns a hole in the shade
Then they got into a passionate fight
Now she's lost in the shadows thrown over at twilight
At the Empire Hotel they first came face to face
Pieces would fall off all over the place
And there in the debris, they'd laugh and recline
"Tell me, my dear, are you more or less mine?"
Then they got into a passionate fight
She says "No, this isn't love, it's what you do in spite of it
And I can't go on with it night after night after night"
Camphor and cigarettes perfume the scandal
Now he's counting the hinges and watching the door handle
As he hangs the clothes from the back of the door
Perfectly matching outfits that she wore
Women come quietly, and some remain with their pity
But others know the pain of a passionate fight
Though the chance they will win is impossibly slight
He cowers before them so invitingly
And in the long run they'll be chastised and hated
Or walk out frustrated or humiliated
And that is the pointless delight of a passionate fight
This isn't love, it's what you do in spite of it
I can't go on, night after night after night
After night after night after night after night after night
After night after night after night