jealousy

frazzled me and washed up you:
where's the chalk to draw the line between,
parts of me that follow and the
parts of you that take the lead?

“jealousy,” breathes a woman.
ah, this woman's crawlin back down to you.

"sure i'll see you tonight.”
“in my red dress, and red shoes and lipstick,
and red porch light”

there you are waitin for me,
your dimples and pockets and car doors open wide
“go on little lady, go on...go on and get inside!”

now, the motor of us has become a wagonwheel
there's more blisters and cuts,
more wrought iron and steel,
that's how I feel.

now i'm whistling a memory of you.
no you, never did like me whistling,
no you, never did like me blowin nuthin.
but you riddle me back, yes you,
fiddle me back to you