A Lovely Valetine's Day Song ... To Get You Killed

I tried so long
To endure it
But I can't
Take it ... anymore...
Pain! Pain! Disgrace!

It's time to pawn baby,
Pawn off your face
Oh you know it's time
I pawned off your face

I spent so much
On you, time and money
And now you owe me
Owe me big time, honey

Time to take your face
Take your face to a pawn shop oooh
Gonna get back a few bucks
Or at least a nickel or two...

Used to be a believer
Said my prayers night and day
But after seeing you
Every damn morning
I think I'll go atheist-gay

It's time alright
Time to pawn off your face
And get something useful
Like expired mace

Break it down now...
Break down that funky face
What the hell was I thinking
What the hell was I drinking

Babe, it's time to pawn
Pawn off your face

(song written with poor Monturf in mind, drunk and carousing around with God-knows-what at a two-star Mexican brothel...)