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She shows up unannounced when she’s high,
And wants to hide in my arms when she’s low.
She leaves eye shadow stains on my shirt,
And amber strands across my pillow
—Then leaves them for me to clean.

She steals sips of my beer at the bar,
‘Cuz sometimes she gets tired of wine.
She never buys her own cigarettes,
She’d rather just bum one of mine
—Then blows from the side of her mouth.

She knows I love to drink dry martinis,
And I always order one when we go out.
She knows I hate the olive so barehanded,
She pulls it out and puts it in her mouth
—Then grins as she chews.

She’s always loud when she comes,
And when she comes, oh Lord,
I want here to stay as long as she can.
When I’m with her I’m not bored.
—She knows this.