Tony/Tanya Lyrics

Caught the bus

Rolled a cigarette

Tony blushed

Ripped my fishnets

I said "I'd rather you want me dead

Then for you to braid my hair

While you twist my neck

Does Tanya know you're here?

Silly newlywed!"

And Margaret, I don't think I'm coming home

They'll put me in a magazine before I'm gone

Or at least that's what they promise when they look at me that long

He traced my palms, as if laced with thread

The closer he came, the more he smelled of gingerbread

My feet became heavy and filled with dread

But we danced

Crushing the gingersnap

The leaning lamps

Leaned against the power plant

If I had wanted to be anything, it was something surreal and hardly believed

Drunk but not forgotten like the son of the steed

That walks through your dreams and talks in your sleep

Margaret, this time, I'm not coming home

I'm a starlet now so long as I hold my pose

Because Jonah and the swingers make me less alone

Maybe again in Mexico, we'll be steady and relieved

Of cast iron pots, and paper trails, stole a smoke when I got up to leave

But Boris cried, within his thin dark suit, said "I'll be swallowed by the sea"

And I replied, enthusiastically: "Just you wait until we get out of New Jersey"