I am sweet swine
In Victorian doorways
In tempestuous foreplay

I am sweet swine
Among whites not bright
And clocks locked

On the night of cake and kin
Where I took you by your skin
Indoors
A light spinning we performed
And outside, left you again to your wife
Through Victorian doorways

How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts
There must be some finesse to self-worth
How I house my heart in ironworks, it hurts
There must be some finesse to self-worth

I am sweet swine
In Victorian doorways
In tempestuous foreplay

I am sweet swine
Among whites not bright
And clocks locked

I am sweet swine
And no man is ever mine