Spit Of Love by Bonnie Raitt
There's a howlin' at my window
I hear him closin' in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
Slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals
Well, I'm callin' on the Furies
To let the toast begin
Roastin' on the spit of love again
The spit of love again
I never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Somethin' 'bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turnin'
And I'm basting on a bone
And I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices, all my own
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