Josephine, won't you tell me why you're leaving me? Guess sometimes, can't describe what you don't know Is it my candor? My tender unassuming vibe? You're right, I'm too kind, I'm too yielding My blueprint won't fit on your foundation in the ground I'm not rough enough to sand your corners down But my mouth still tastes like sawdust Josephine, you told half a drink ago you were mine And I'm buying, so can't you pretend? 'Cause I've got the money It depends on what you feel you're deserving of I don't cry, but I'll hand-and-knee one tonight You might be longing for that strong and frantic love It's barefoot in the garden, it's the kind we all think of I may be simple, but I'm steady, and I'm right You'd be safe with me if you'd stay with me, Josephine