Ferme La Bouche

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved.

The first time that I saw you here
I'd been drinking all night, so I wasn't aware.
The first time that I saw you dance
I just wanted you bad, and I didn't care.

The first time that I heard your voice
It was a melody from the sort of song
That sounds good for a moment
But gets under your skin as it keeps going on.

Every day twisting and turning around and around
That's how we grew up all
Inside out spinning and turning around and around
You never shut up

I watched you jump through hoops for your friend
Who just laughs at you and betrays in the end.
I watched you hiding jewels in the dark
Before you gave up on ever leaving a mark.

I hate to burst your bubble, hah.
That's a lie. I've been dying to pop it for years
And I admit how I've fantasized
of seeing you all alone and in tears.

Every day twisting and turning around and around
That's how we grew up all
Inside out spinning and turning around and around
Until you throw up

Lying on the floor. I don't think I can drink anymore.
Until tomorrow, when I'll be back again with my greatest friend
And that's not you
Not that's not you anymore.

I was rifling through your house.
I was looking for some precious loot.
When I walked in on your mother
Standing in her birthday suit.

You said there's nothing left to take
Everything's already stolen.
I thought back to the night we met
and how ever since I've been swollen.