Take another little piece of my heart

[pachookie]

Janis Joplin got it right. How much is too much to offer? A piece at a time doesn't seem so bad, does it? I want to show you baby that a woman can be tough so baby just come on, come on, come on and take it. I realize that I'm taking a little trip into good-god-even-a-hermit-knows-its-obvious territory, but seriously, when is a piece more than a piece? All together now: "When it's the WHOLE thing". Fuck. Things are rough. I ask questions that, out of sheer curiosity, I think I want to know. Of course I don't want to know. Aren't I old enough to know when I mother-fucking don't want to know?? Apparently not. I ask. I get answers. Usually it doesn't work that way. But this time it did. Painful, brutal, honest answers. I know, I know. I should be happy that the man I love tells me what he is thinking. But what about when it isn't even close to what you want to hear? Should you still be happy? I'm gonna have to take a big fat "NO" on this one.

Just lie to me sugar. Lie to me and tell me I'm the one. Lie to me and tell me it's me you are crazy about. Lie to me about who you are thinking about. Lie about why you are late. Lie about my hair, my clothes, my toes. Lie to me about your broken heart. Lie to me about your secret.

I'll believe.