?Hell!? sang the young minstrel, ?hang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!?
The song ended and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet I'd hear
A knock upon the door

?hell!? went the muse, intent, ?you take me for granted!
You've made me a harlot, if I may be candid!?
The label dropped her,
not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet I'd hear
A knock upon the door

The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the muse's weeping
He turned up the elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
?Sex and death! was I not the breadth among the two??
She poured
?were you sincere, I bet you'd hear
My knock upon your door!?

He said, ?dear muse, come here! need a lift somewhere?
You've got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
I worship you! forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
I am sincere: I hope to hear
Your knock upon my door!?

?the causeless cause of flawless flaws has video on you.?
She scorned.
?evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
Hey! hell is real and so will be your sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.?

The derisive muse said, ?your therapy isn't working, is it??
Memphis huckster-hitler-hustler! aren't you a clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
Klock is here! hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.?

His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black t-shirt's cloth
Gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, ?if I stay here, I'll never hear
That knock upon the door?

Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
Because of a communion they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, soon they'll hear
A knock upon the door