I was having a conversation about a tormented type of amazingly talented musician I know, and a friend made the comment that his muse was a bitch. I try not to use the word "bitch" though in the song I gave myself a pass... You know, just talking tersely about an intangible creative force. They can be pretty nasty, if you believe in that sort of thing.
lyrics
I'm sorry babe but when you're mad
it really turns me on
it's like you flip a simple switch
and surely I get off
I never dreamed that I'd be bound
by blood red lipstick this long
You're a bitch, Marie
but you're the kind of muse
the kind of muse I need
You make me write the kind of songs
that no one's gonna love
they get dusty on the shelf
filed in "self-help"
does anyone out there
know just exactly what I mean?
You're a bitch, Marie
but you're the kind of muse
the kind of muse I need
I know
that you won't always be around
I'll play you something slow
if you let me go down
I'll play you something slow
please just let me go down
You're a bitch, Marie
but you're the kind of muse
the kind of muse I need
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