Temporary Like Achilles

G
Standing on your window, honey,
C              D      G
Yes, I've been here before.
G
Feeling so harmless,
    C               D      G
I'm looking at your second door.
D                                      G
How come you don't send me no regards?
    G                D7
You know I want your lovin',
                      G
Honey, why are you so hard?

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or, more guitaristically:

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Kneeling 'neath your ceiling,
Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while.
I'm tryin' to read your portrait, but,
I'm helpless, like a rich man's child.
How come you send someone out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey, why are you so hard?

       Em
Like a poor fool in his prime,
                    Bm
Yes, I know you can hear me walk,
            Em
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,
Bm              D7         D7sus4
  Or is it just solid rock?

Well, I rush into your hallway,
Lean against your velvet door.
I watch upon your scorpion
Who crawls across your circus floor.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
You know I want your lovin', 
Honey, but you're so hard.

Achilles is in your alleyway,
He don't want me here,
He does brag.
He's pointing to the sky
And he's hungry, like a man in drag.
How come you get someone like him to be your guard?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey. but you're so hard.

Medicine Sunday

An outtake, which is bascially just an earlier version, exists in two incomplete takes: 

Take #1:

Ah, the midnight train pulling down the railroad track
You're standing now, watching with your hands folded behind your back
And you smile so pretty and nod to the prison guard
Well, I know you want my lovin',
mama, but you're so hard.

Take #2:

Ah, the midnight train pulled out all down the track
You're standing there watching with your hands tied behind your back
And you smile so pretty and nod to the prison guard
Well, I know you want my lovin',
mama, but you're so hard.