Miss Love

Living in the middle of furniture
Felt like a part of it
Suddenly I realized
I was living a hackneyed life

The furniture started to move
I was taken away by the moving hands
I had been spared
Of a living like furniture
I started to move and I went into town
I fucked every nice looking man
Business in the night
And sleepin' by day

I missed the feeling that's called love
I was running away for the hands
The hands who where bringing me poison
Of living and death

And again I had been spared
I was taken away by unknowing hands
And it felt so great and it was so warm
I was saved by what they call love