Ooh you wear your he-harem hat and a lace bib that zips up the back To
be an
'N' on a leash of men an endless spool of fools lick of patchwork in
your new
suit. See the stone moths that sweep up And your suitcase ful of new
clothes
Made of manskins and the souls that pop out. Ooh you wear your he-harem
coat
and a real dick boa wrapped around your throat To be an 'X' in sexless
equation
bead on a spool of jewels cold backup for your crown, Queen. There's a
suitcase
ful of old robes And the seamster is a stone moth made of real hearts
and the
souls you done stole. Ooh you wear your he-harem dress and fake lashes
lap up
the mess that grows like breath within your wake coin-toss a glance back
at the
road of men you paved, dear.
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
