The Snake

<br>If you move into my life and take over my soul<br>Charm all my friends and play the rescuer role<br>Let me quit my job to go on your dole<br>And make your approval my ultimate goal,<br>I will begin to shrink back into the corner of my own skin<br>Until I`m so small and pink that no one would see me<br>even if they got in -<br><br>Your enormous index finger would be probing to find me<br>As I darted between the walls of my own personality<br>Which would be changing as I left most of it behind me<br>Disappearing into a new reality...<br><br>And when you tried to trot me out to show me to your friends<br>They`d say &quot;What girlfriend? We don`t see any girlfriend.&quot;<br>As you open the door of your Mercedes Benz<br>Now you got the oyster you don`t need the pearl when<br>You can have my beautiful smile<br>That wonderfully elegant style<br>All my show business connections<br>Both of my cats affections<br>The clothes you bought me are yours<br>That Timex watch endures<br>My good relationship with your mom<br>My ability to remain calm,<br><br>But here I`d be like a dead person looking down<br>On the cemetery where they placed a stone<br>With a name on it like Jane Smith or John Brown<br>That I no longer recognized as my own<br><br>Hold me tight and I`ll just shed my skin, slither away,<br>no matter what`s happenin`.