Villagers - Memoir

^AmThe city lights are beckoning ^CThe sirens softly call ^AmOf the fantasist and fetishists are ^Cpreparing the ^Fball ^FWhen you've been stuck here on the ^Cdoorstep with ^Fnothing to ^Cforsake ^FWell you might as well be ^Eanyone's to ^Amtake

^AmSo I give myself to strangers ^CLike I gave myself to you ^AmBut the tenderness are felt has been ^Creplaced by ^Fsomething new ^FAnd in the orgy I can ^Cvaguely hear the ^Foutline of your ^Ccall ^FWell I might as well be ^Eanyone's at ^Amall

^AmEvery memory is sailing ^CTo the kingdom of your soul ^AmAs you patiently await and lose all ^Csense of self con^Ftrol ^FYou were the lighthouse to my ^Cbroken boat ^FBut I've left you be^Chind ^FNow I might as well be ^Eanyone's to ^Amfind

^CTake my ^Fmbody ^CTake it ^Fmfrom me ^CIt is not ^Fmworthy ^COf your ^Fmmemory

^AmI remember you undressing ^CAs I sat myself on fire ^AmAnd the funeral was quick as I lay ^Clifeless on your ^Fpyre ^FWell it's a kind of despe^Cration ^FAnd it's just something you can't ^Cfake ^FOh I might as well be ^Eanyone's to ^Amtake

^AmSo I give myself to strangers ^CLike I gave myself to you ^AmBut the unity I felt has been rep^Claced by something ^Fnew ^FNow I am Helen and I am ^CMary Jane ^FI am Robert and I am ^CPaul ^FOh I might as well be ^Eanyone's at ^Amall ^FYes I might as well be ^Eanyone at ^Amall