When His Eyes Turn Turquoise

When his eyes turn turquoise Then back to bloodshot white He isn't any prince or any kind Of knight I want to fight. There isn't any scarf… I'll give away to him or you He's open my eyes… Well beyond any thumbscrew. I'd rather be locked in A tower picking locks And wearing… That moth ate curtain for frocks. When his eyes turn turquoise Then back to bloodshot white I'll tell you I've been traumatized And that isn't at all right. When I look in his drunken eyes I don't want to stay castled up Pretending he can still be my dove And I can be captive loved up. Oh I'd rather be lashed And dethroned than share In his turquoise eyes smashed Bloodshot; turning back white.