Letras: Greg Brown. The Poet Game. Sadness.

Sadness come to my house
With a stinking bouquet,
Smiled with her thin gray lips
And said, "Honey, I'm home to stay."

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And I said,
"Go away and leave me alone.
Go away and leave me."

She handed me rotgut whiskey
And a lit cigarette,
Danced all around my room and said,
"Are we having fun yet?"

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She took off her party dress
And her tear stained brassiere,
Came so close I could smell her
And said "Kiss me here and here."

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She lay down on my bed
And open her thin legs,
Raised up her arms and said,
"Honey, I ain't too proud to beg."

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She said, "Don't you remember
What you did to that one, to the other one, too?
Well, I've just come to do exactly
The very same thing to you."

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I said, "I'm gonna get out my shotgun.
I'm gonna get out my Bowie knife -
And if you don't clear on outta here,
I'll kill you within an inch of your life."

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She said, "Honey, I've come to love you.
I'm gonna hook you 'til you burn -
And then I'll go and you will never know
Just when I may return."

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I will go out in the mountains,
Way out in the desert somewhere,
Where the sun shines down on rocks and bushes
And there ain't no Sadness there.

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