The Dozens

E5
All my lovers think I’m lovely in 
the morning when I wake
       B5                       
When I roll in folds of slumber, 
        E5
when I caress I give and take
       A5                       
All my enemies are just like me: 
           E5
they’re a fatalist mistake
    B5                      
(descending bass) E5
An abandoning of deities, the 
slowest interstate.


        Am
Let the bakers have their dozens
        F
Let the coppers get their man
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     B7
Let “Doctor-Lawyer” fix her for you
E
Catch her if they can
     Am
When all the stars in heaven
F
Cannot count on me alone
    B5
For I’m the lover’s enemy
     (descending bass) E5
And I can’t be counted on


All my lovers under cover of night 
wrestle with their wounds
They’re pawing sorus(??) piety, 
they’re kissing pleasure’s gloom
All my enemies are ready for a drink
 or two to spite
They’re praying for forgiveness and 
they’re ready for a fight

(chorus)

All my lovers love me tirelessly, 
they listen and they see
They work the web of time itself to 
fall and capture me
All my enemies they envy every move 
I’ve ever made
The tireless love I’ve gathered even
 the rain on my parade