Cockle Shell

I’m sleepless with my self inflicted hell I’m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul I’ve gotten caught up on another and another I’ve gotten caught up on the demons And I know them all to well I’m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell I’ve likely punched myself below the belt I’ve gotten caught up on another and another All pretty maids in a row Without a silver bell I’m quite contrary, Mary You won’t share me You’re much too easy, girl I’m an airhead, Mildred You won’t spare me Guillotine me if you will You won’t share me Much too easy You won’t spare me Much rather kill me Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands