The days that you're gone, I can't stand the silence The hours that you're here, I can't stand your presence The starlight that shone from your eyes in the beginning Now blinds me with hate for you and all women The ties that should bind I want to cut into pieces The paper I signed collects dirt in it's creases But while you're away I can't stand the longing I detest being tied down but love the belonging It's strange how this change in our relations brings you nearer It's wierd how I fear for our position is much clearer I understand that it's underhanded to want to desert you But every time you're here then I'm filled with a need to hurt you It's only one thing that stops me from commiting murder And that's the thought of losing you and I can't go no further ('Cos) I love you, miss ogyny