She Fits

She Fits
She Fits
She Fits
She Fits
You haven’t left my mind since yesterday
He’s the Prince of Darkness
You’re the Princess of Polygamy
I must have missed the cremation of your inside-voice
You’ve always made your own luck, eh?
She fits
She fits
She fits
Demonizing monogamy
In the re-upholstered snug
I was looking through the crowd
You were looking pretty good
Squashed like a pallid bat
Under the wheels of your charisma’s Buick
Sat there in the creamy light