And I never met a man who was so pretty inside,
He’s got diamonds on the bed of his thumbnails
And I never realized I was so dirty and dry
‘Til he knocked me down, started dragging me around
in the back of his convertible car.
And I liked it, let me tell you
I liked it more and more.
Crimson and clover, soon he’s taking over
all my senses now.

— Liz Phair, “Johnny Feelgood”

"If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story …
The potent poison quite o’ergrows my spirit…
The rest is silence.”