Little Miss Take - Skyclad

Thought I’d got it right, for once I’d sought and found perfection

When you said «I love you» you addressed your own reflection

I’d prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of desire

The best they had on offer was one devil of a liar

You can’t be accused of procrastination

One brief separation, the dream went stale

You sever all ties with a swift laceration

Leave so many loose ends, thereby hangs my tale

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?

The Queen of Hearts, you dealt me a pack of lies

Laughed in my face like it didn’t matter

That you’d crossed my heart and I hoped to die

Licked my wounds, hugged my chains believing you premenstrual

Unaware love could be blind to torture, cruel and mental

With regret I must confess I realised too late

You redefine endearment as the tender side of hate

I’m already broken so don’t kick me better

What colour’s the sky in your world, is it green?

It seems I’m not even worth one paltry letter

Cast off like a tampon you stamp on my dream

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?

The Queen of Hearts, you dealt me a pack of lies

Laughed in my face like it didn’t matter

That you’d crossed my heart and I hoped to die

Could it possibly be that in your dictionary

«Love» and «lies» are defined both the same?

I know how you can catch your ideal man

Join a singles' club for the insane

The prize for my stupidity, a noose about my neck

Next time that she says «good day» make sure you go and check

Mislay your smile, this dacryphile is turned on by sighs

When she has her eye on you, good fortune and time flies

You can’t be accused of procrastination

One brief separation, the dream went stale

You sever all ties with a swift laceration

Leave so many loose ends, thereby hangs my tale

Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?

The Queen of Hearts, you dealt me a pack of lies

Laughed in my face like it didn’t matter

That you’d crossed my heart and I hoped to die

Both sickened to learn and yet glad to discover

That Venus once held me with (ch)arms so fake

I’d have once sold my soul for this faithless lover

Now I couldn’t give a damn for my little Miss Take