Relations - Jackson C. Frank

Why don’t you cry for me, baby

Help me make it through

Why don’t you see me lately

I’m sad that I’m true

I looked up the page in your portrait, it was mine

Knew it was the only one of its kind

I pulled out my money on the run

Did not mean to hurt anyone

But I got to sing it, baby and I tell it for fun

Might as well defend the whole body

I’m in love with someone

Several years of rubies and pearls are at her breast

She’s a demon, she’s a demon, she’s a demon lover

Just like all the rest

Or else she’s filling out her wings

In the many shades of contentment she brings

I got to hide it, baby, because of you

And I hope that you’re proud now, honey, it’s all I can do I lit the darkness, darling, come and build up my mind

And I can see the likeness, baby, your painter had to find

Is it any mystery how we come to fall

In and out of love, when sympathy’s so small?

And I’m never meaning for some tears to come

Still you leave your silken things all undone

Why don’t you call me ‘sugar' like you used to do

I know that your kisses are just pure poison

But I’m a-counting on you

And I know that your head’s half crazy

And you’re wall-crawling, too

Let’s make some oopsy daisies

I’m a-counting on you

Well, I’m a-counting on you

Well you know I’m counting on you

I’m a-counting on you