I am a mad woman -
MAD I TELL YOU!
Caution, thrown out with hurricane winds
My angelic voice now scratchy and deep
Once green eyes now dark and mysterious
For a hardened criminal now dwells here!
I did it.
I stole the rented bowling shoes.
Stole 'em!
Right out from underneath the alley's nose
I took the two-toned lace-ups
Now -
Those stolen foot gloves sit on my cold hardwood floors
Cold!
And hardened like my blackened heart!
I stare at them
Those used shoes of stranger's feet
They reek of lysol and toe jam
The mere thought of how disgusting they are sickens me - they're grotesque!
Grotesque .... and glorious
For it was with a sneak so concealed that the dirty slick bottoms crept into my bag of bowling
My smile Grinch-like
My fingers sticky
And my libido .... throbbing
Too long have I been good!
Forever a rule follower - THAT girl's in the past!
For I am a bad, bad woman - A dirty trickster
A matron of the night!
Drinking blood and casting spells - I'm no good and good for nothin'
Satisfied and with ego full, I sleep deep
Only to wake in the night of middle
"OH NO! What have I done? What have I become?!"
A thief? A dirty rat?
Stealing USED shoes for pleasure?
Oh goddess, I'm doomed! They're waiting for me for sure!
Watching the surveillance footage over and over, studying my every move
Any minute now the fuzz will bust through the door and slap the freezing cuffs of justice on me!
In this fear I cannot live
For I must right this wrong, the music I must face
I, girl once known as good then turned bad, will once again be known as good
Rise sun, morning of next is here
My hands shake as I slink back into the bowling alley
The dirty public soft loafers dangle from my corrupt conspired tentacles
My guilt-ridden mind racing
My forehead sweating and furrowed
My libido .... still throbbing
One last deep breath as my anxious eyes meet those of the alley shoe guy
I place the rotten tainted slippers on the counter with a heavy gulp
The alley shoe guy looks up from wiping down the slab
His eyes meet mine and my spine turns icy
His mouth opens - here it comes - my crushing punishment - and well deserved
"Alright, thanks." Says the greasy faced teen through braces and axe body spray
"Uh, thank you!" I squeak out as I make a mad dash for the door
Whew, that was a close one
I am again girl known as good
I -
Oh, look at those shinny bowling balls!