I went up and knocked on the door
Of the lady with the alligator purse
I was thirsty and hungry with a bad case of the nerves
"It's open!" she yelled
I was offered a seat, I sat
She was in the front room on a couch in a robe
I said "You never took my calls"
She said "I'm never home"
She was reading a novel
A paperback tome
She tossed it at me, said I could take it home
"There's no ending though, you might not find that cool"
I asked her why
She was terse
The lady with the alligator purse
The alligator purse

"You're all dressed all in a suit, it's so fucking hot
All looking like you're looking for something you ain't got
And I don't think you'd like this book"
"About why I'm here..."
I wanted to say, before things got worse
"You got anything for me in that alligator purse?"
She threw down a vial but turned down my cash
"I'd appreciate it if this visit would be my last"
"I don't really like you Jack
Not enough to give a damn
And not enough to ever want to see you again
I think you talk too much and your charm offends
But somehow you mean something to one or two of my friends
No I don't like you Jack
But I do like that book
So much that I don't want it to remind me of you
Fix yourself a drink, then find your way out"
Our relationship is in...
Well I am slow on the uptake, but quick with the cliches
Her robe was hanging open
I put my heart on my sleeve
"But where will I go?
What will I do?"
She slumped and looked at me like I'm looking at you
"Jack, you can go and ask the doctor
You can go and ask the nurse"
She smiled and closed her robe
"But you can't ask
The lady with the alligator purse
Not no more"
I nodded twice, walked over to the door
I guess I'll take my business
I guess I'll take my business
I guess I'll take my business
Else
Elsewhere