falling in love with the wolfboy

The Magnetic Fields

she can make you feel like filth
she can make you feel like a star
she will scratch til her hand is bloody
but she'll love you more for the scar

she remembers the recent past
she's something the cat dragged in
she's a trollop in paisley
so take her down to the woods
where the wolfboy lives, so the villagers say
and the three of you evaporate into the night
til you both fall in love with him

with a face like an african mask
and the strength of ten men
when she's wrong, she's in charge of the world at large
and her novels are all very long
she belongs on the astral plane
she's probably a hologram
put her back in the padded cell

so you'll dress head to foot in lame and
you'll dance in december snow
when the sky turns to wine, you'll embrace
and forget everything that you know
she can tell you the will of the gods
butter won't melt in her mouth, but you will
don't bother to ask her name