Glutton for Punishment

Glutton for Punishment                       July 27, 2009

I must be a fool for love.

I keep on falling end over up,

Falling flat on my face,

Dirt and grime screams the details.

But if I may be so bold

As to say whether or not I'm stupid,

Well, I'm a glutton for punishment,

My very own pain.

I'm a glutton for punishment,

The result of all those foolish games.

Strike up the trumpet,

Take a two-step into the bottomless pit.

I'm a glutton for punishment,

I never learn from verb to petty verb.

I'm a glutton for punishment;

God save me.

I have fooled around so much,

It's hard to bare.

I failed to reach up and touch the stars

Or find my true love's possessive stare.

It seems that I have trouble

Settling down with just one frou,

And now it begins to rain and storm,

So let the punishment pour.

I'm a glutton for punishment,

The result of all those foolish games.

Strike up the trumpet

Take a two-step into the bottomless pit.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

I never learn from verb to petty verb.

I'm a glutton for punishment;

God save me.