Crazy Bitch Song

An awkward confession in pop-cadre format: the desire to be needed mixed with a slight possessiveness and a loud “non-negotiable.” Here, there is a list of names as if written in haste, the scent of perfume on the pillow, and a black widow's web in the corner - intimate chaos at its minimal. The chorus is like a mantra, sometimes joking “eeny meeny,” sometimes threatening “well at least you're mine now.” A little bit of madness, a little bit of pride, a little bit of dramatic comedy - all of it sounds coquettishly bold. For those evenings when you want to be desirable and a little bit dangerous at the same time.