Blood For Sugar - Two Loons For Tea, Cameron Stone, Paul Bushnell

She was born to a city of street cars and secrets

In search of something, a boy or a witness

She was an empress with a vulgar bravado

She worshipped plastic prophets

She knew the comedy of a necktie

And the silky lightness

Of expensive fabrics

She traded blood for sugar

She’s trading blood for sugar

She tiptoes as her lovers sleep

An awkward man with a whiskey weakness

And her tears turned to opals and pearls

And she threads them onto a silver cord

And her mattress has secrets

A tuxedo, a promise

A ceremony, a compromise…

She traded blood for sugar

She’s trading blood for sugar…

She was embarrassed by her paint and her sequins

And the vocabulary of motel rooms

And her mattress has secrets

She traded blood for sugar

She’s trading blood for sugar…