Transactional Love

[mood: sour, skeptical, bitter, dramatic shifts from major to minor, intertwined vocals] [Intro: melodious, wordless vocal harmonies: ahh, ooh — no lyrics, gentle layering, intimate, spacious] Ahh... ooh... Ahh... ooh... [pre-chorus: spiteful, complex harmony] You’re a girl of this world (since a teen of the aughts) Most seen acting distracting (to get what you want) You impact men's wallets (by looking divine) You seek those like you questing (a fine bottom line) [chorus: melodious, memorable, soaring] Reason for my being then Queen of my undoing Your look a deadly treason leading me to ruin Thought I’d have your hand Fit me like a glove I’ll never understand your transactional love [verse: melodious] Things started out good but then quickly went badly Child-hood should’ve seen you get more love from daddy You could’ve let loss cost you less in the long run but money from mommy subbed hugs from a loved one This lesson in essence meant men from a young age were wrung like a sponge then flung messily off-stage For money in gifts chairlift skiing you pounced til checks from the wrecks of these men went and bounced [bridge] Love was a trap (in a gap barely covered) The sap (maybe me) that fell in (just another) on acres of corpses from dates (or divorces) I hate to debate but of late I have borne this Aaaaahhh Oooohhh [sitar solo] [pre-chorus: spiteful, complex harmony] You’re a girl of the world (more spiteful than ought) Most seen doing your acting (in usual haunts) You’re impacting their minds (but know that in time) You seek cash but your gifts (will be losing their shine) [chorus: memorable, soaring] Reason for my being then Queen of my undoing Your look a deadly treason leading me to ruin Thought I’d have your hand Fit me like a glove I’ll never understand your transactional love Oooohhh Aaaaahhh [verse: mean, spiteful] Love by transaction has traction in youth (but you’re) nearing impact of a horrible truth Supply and demand doesn’t care if it rankles your sense of your self (when you’ve wrinkles and cankles) You’ll miss who you’ve messed up (and long for your road kill) The will for fine frills won’t have passed (but youth will) and lacking a trade or a skill (less your looks) will have an effect on your books [Eerie vocal solo] Broke and unloved (by supply and demand) Your skirt may be short (and your skin may be tanned) Personality showing (neath plastic and botox) You’ll sit in your crypt (no mail in your inbox) [chorus: memorable, soaring] Reason for my being then Queen of my undoing Your look a deadly treason leading me to ruin Thought I’d have your hand Fit me like a glove I’ll never understand your transactional love Aaaaahh Aaaaahhh (I fell for a transactional love) (transactional love) (transactional love) (you know that it’s true) (you know that it’s true) (the bill’s coming due) [Outro: decaying dynamics, slowing rhythm, wordless vocal harmonies thin out] Ahh... Ahh... ooh... ooh...