The red light of the evening

The cotton that you wear

They cover up your neck thisway

Your calm and naked crying

Washing off Chanel

From the edges of your neck this way

You did some things that you forgot

Drinking wine and smoking pot

You tried to be someone you are not

Now the morning sweeps you up

You pull your evening outfit off

You run your shower and lean back your head

I love when you wash your hair

I hear you tell me lightly

You were quite a mess

But I worship you no less this way

You're quite the angel Mary

As you cut up last night's dress

It lingers piece by piece this way

You did some things that you forgot

Drinking wine and smoking pot

You tried to be someone you are not

Now the morning sweeps you up

You pull your evening outfit off

You run your bath and lean back your head

I love when you wash your hair

I love when you wash your hair