Back (in y'r love)      When the wind is crawlin'   at y'r basement floor   & the rats are runnin' round   tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door   when I smell the . . .   on y'r sweatstained street   & I see this French chick   lickin' my speed   When the snow is wettin'    my old wooden chair   & the crabs are runnin' round   in my pubic hair   when y'r bubblegum is stickin'   in my pubic hair   when all my old sollicitors   come around, only needles for a pay   & all me brandnew visitors   only have spoons to give away      all my precious pleasures   you took away with all your charms   & all my so called treasures   made a strainer of my arms      damn this cruel december   days shift into nights   I wish I could remember   how you drifted from my sight   anything I can think of   it never seems enough   I make friends with y'r daddy   I make friends with y'r dog   just to get you let me back in y'r love   just to get you let me back in y'r love