this is the dance that I do
when my belly is full
and my eyes are just slits
of contempt beamed at you

when the river runs thick
and you make overtures
I can walk on the fire
I will never get burned

and with spice on my lips
I lean in for the kiss
you are sucking your tongue
when it's all said and done

you keep weaving these lies
so familiar in style
so romantic but only
if you're an outsider

that's why I laugh when you smile
I can't get real excited
you can't get me outside of
a safe shooting range.