Her Name is the Muse

TerriEllen

Wrote this with help from a high school friend. She was asking me about my writing process and I was talking about the muse and how fickle and sporadic it can be for me and she suggested I write a song about it. So here it ’tis, she also helped me on the lyrics for the chorus.

Lyrics
I have a mistress, her name is the Muse
She pops into my head, and yeah she tells me what to do
She makes my words just flow, is she heaven sent
The spark she makes, well she must be made of steel and flint

Bridge?
I’m always on alert
Cause she’s such a flirt
With a twirl of her skirt
She makes me feel so cursed
Goads me to do better
Sometimes I just hate her
I feel like a Mad Hatter
But you know just whatever

She leaves me for months just all the time
How can she do this to my piece of mind
I struggle and I cry just pining for her
My words need a driver, yeah well she’s my chauffeur

I’m always on alert
Cause she’s such a flirt
With a twirl of her skirt
She makes me feel so cursed
Goads me to do better
Sometimes I just hate her
I feel like a Mad Hatter
But you know just whatever

She teases and caresses and then leaves me all cold
I’m not all alone she does this to others I am told
Why do I crave her whisper, when I’m so abused
Yeah I have a mistress and her name is the muse.

I’m always on alert
Cause she’s such a flirt
With a twirl of her skirt
She makes me feel so cursed
Goads me to do better
Sometimes I just hate her
I feel like a Mad Hatter
But you know just whatever