prudence my love
each time you invite me to tea
i wonder do i have the appetite
for what i
hope you are requiring of me
prudence my love
are you really trying to say
over the sickly cream cakes
i cant eat
that you desire me to stay
prudence my love
what can i read in the signs
your eyes and hands throw out
as we talk
im lost in your guide-lines
prudence my love
ive forced myself to live up
to your manner so why do i feel
sometimes i
disgust you like a cracked cup
prudence my love
when my arm brushed your chest
in the hall were you shocked
out of fright
or crying aloud to be kissed
prudence my love
when the napkin dropped to the floor
and we both bent to retrieve it
our heads touched
why nearly-run through the door
prudence my love
why did you sit down on the bed
when we went up to see the new
carpet were
you out-of-breath or excited
prudence my love
youve lived on your own so long
know nothing of men you make
me nervous
to speak should what i feel be wrong
prudence my love
were both old and equally plain
it should loosen our tongues
when i leave
i dread you wont ask me again
prudence my love
its easy to guess im not much
good at loves intimate things
but i hate
it when you shrink from my touch
prudence my love
away from your side is so cold
at tonights farewells whisper (please)
i need you
and give me your hand to hold
