From the Fishouse

Billie Holiday

baby you were meant to be home you were
meant to be what I ain't never known blue flame
done melted my song and you won't tell me
if you'll risk the curse between my thighs
won't give me more than the music of your fingers
strumming my slip's strap your chest sings
to my heart's ear while your wicked wisdom works
its secret privilege but you won't give me more
than your body tuned for walking out my door
hush now I'm the one done let you in
here's what I've been cooking what I scored
before you came you brought me nothing
I ain't already known I'm bright as a horn
listen I'll blow you down