Don’t call me a pop star
I don’t pop out of a can
Don’t call me a pop star
You’re not my man
Permanent sadness
My partner is dead
Permanent madness
He kept me well fed
Reawakening I fear
Reacquainting with those I love dear
Will it last forever
Will I want to feel the hands
I held the skin
I touched the love
That gave me chills
I don’t want to feel wet
I’m scared to feel yet
I’m safe in my place
I’m running my race
I’m fighting the good fight
I’m exercising for real tonight
Without you in my bed
Not smoking crack in the shed
No thoughts to wed
It’s just me and my mom red
It’s easy to be celibate when
I have no lover near
It’s easy to be holy when
God I fear
It’s easy to be sober when
I have no blow
It’s easy to forget
How you made me so low
Losing
I fear losing you
I fear losing
Losing
I fear losing you
God bless, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
Listen to “Chayei Sarah. Love at First Sight” on
Perfect Body podcast, a Torah portion afterthought.
