Some say love, it is a river
she drowns my face inside.
Some say love, it is a razor
whose slice, from which I cried.
Some say love, it is so peaceful
but I tell them they've lied.
I say love, it is a handbag
my girl has alibied.

It's the pain afraid of taking
that comes in from her purse.
It's the words, I know you're faking
when you say, "Man, it could be worse."
It's the pounds, 'round forty-seven
inside her bag of hand.
And it's the call come down from heaven
from when my hide she's tanned.

When the night has been too painful
and her anger's been too long
and you think that she's disdainful
you're unlucky, she's so strong
just remember that when you splinter
and you think that's how it goes
there's a doc of rhinoplasty
who will fix your broken nose.