Kiss My Jazz – Tropic Of Cancer
She came from the south, straight into my kitchen
Head fucked and filled with doubt
And without a point of direction
She felt sad and I was counting the beats of my heart
One, two three, four….
Untill it broke
She said its like a tropic of cancer
And I’m pretty sure she stole it from a Henry Miller novel
A book he wrote in France?
In Paris in the thirties I guess
She cried: ‘Why do I always hurt the ones I love’