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Spark.

Wait.

Does that mean Kendrick never wrote anything about spanking his monkey or spanking an ass? Apparently not, if the lyrics he wrote have to do with sparks and embers . . . and “Can’t have . . .you.”

My heart hammering and my brain short-circuiting, I return to the top of the page and start reading again, from the beginning, this time with full knowledge that I’m reading lyrics for a song called “Spark,” written by Kendrick Alan Cook during our tour—lyrics he lied about and adamantly wouldn’t let me see, for some reason.

Spark

Lying awake

My body staging a coup

Can’t have you, but

These embers are brewing

My favorite person

There is no comparison

A gem of a friendship

That’s everything (but not nearly enough)

What’s this riot, this mayhem,

Like a street fight inside me?

Spark to flame, flame to pyre

Ignited but fighting it

Baby, sparks are flying

I’m on fire for you

Why’d she bring him along?

Make me watch them write songs?

I’ve got homicidal tendencies

Hidingbehind laughter and smiles

You want him, not me

And before that, my big brother

Now I’m suffocated, reeling

Awake, feeling smothered

What’s this riot, this mayhem,

Like a street fight inside me?

Spark to flame, flame to pyre

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