Reynolds: Song Lyrics and Poems
Notes: by Malvina
Reynolds; copyright 1967 by the author. From page 89 of the collection
"Inscriptions on a Ginger Jar," printed in the songbook The
Muse of Parker Street.
I have a dog with yellow fangs
That lives inside my chest.
And when he sleeps, you'd never know
That I was so possessed.
My voice moves soft as any voice
Within a modest range.
But when he snarls, I hear a voice
That's terrible and strange.
And when his eyes shine out of mine
He makes my face his own.
I dare not look into a glass
Lest I be turned to stone.
I cannot kill this evil thing
That poisons all my life,
He lies so close against my heart
I dare not use the knife.
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