you got suspicion on your mind
you got suspicion in your eyes
you got suspicion in your lies
you can see it in your walk
you can hear it in your heart
you can tell by the way you brush your hair
you can see it in your smile
you got your frail fingers
wrapped around your mixed drink
you got your red dress on so tight
i don't know how you breathe
your lips so bright and full
finally i got you home
music on the hi-fi
sitting with you on the sofa
careless conversation
i can't help thinking
there can't possibly be a future
with a woman with such
suspicion creeping in my mind
we danced once or twice
your tongue wrapped around mine
like a fool i let you put your hand
wherever you desired
the nights gone crazy in this wild fire
i had to cool out
i had to show you to the door
California August 4 2002
Anthony Morningstar
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