I was a black blooded woman.
You were a tin man, red with rust.
I cried an oil spill to make you love me,
but it was never enough.
I greased your elbows and then your knees and toes,
but I couldn't make you hold me the way I wanted most.
Sometimes I was angry, sometimes I was weak.
The thoughts that I was thinking I often couldn't speak
and now I'm sorry for that.
I am a red blooded woman;
I show my heart when I can't see.
I give my love before I'm certain
who's giving love to me.
You said you loved me, I know that you won't lie.
I'm sure that I felt it once or twice.
But oh how I've missed you and longed to be yours.
Have I forgotten the way I wanted more?
You said you loved me, you said you wouldn't lie
but I packed my bags and said goodbye.
I miss you,
I've longed to be yours.
How I've forgotten the way I wanted more.