Cheryl Townsend
NO RHYME OR REASON
It was the moon light, I tell you
It was the fucking moonlight of my soul
Dark like evil with a persistent good
trying to sway my decision
Not quite bright enough
Like a halo in Hell
I couldnąt see it
I couldnąt hear it
I didnąt hear her
but I know she was screaming
and crying about her baby
łDonąt hurt my baby˛.
Christ, we were alone
Maybe she had some moonlight too
It didnąt make no sense
Yeah, and I fucked her
Maybe she was screaming cuz I was so good
It was dark
I couldnąt see if she was smiling
But she kept going on about that baby
I think she was crazy, you know
Nobody else around
