Let's Transact Always when my sound becomes too free to keep By forget to say I snap you into my stories Both told they're not all dangerous Tonight I dress in black And order something dark Like baileys or bourbon Something hard to forget I know you shall walk then and the time is right I pull when I knew that would be a lot, business? And you follow me around asking "What did you mean by that?" It will cost you dearly for me to tell Perhaps a kiss or a bathroom in powder Perhaps a swearing of eternal averation Perhaps a replacement story to hold in my throat as ammunition