In the twisted birth canal of the coliseum
Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum
O' say, "Can you see 'em?"
Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat
'n' the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack
Pressing, passing, stinging half synthetic fabrications of his time
The mouse with the overbite
Explained how the rabbits were ensnared
'n' the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat
Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life
In my mind, I'm half blind
My inner ref is mostly deaf
I'm smell impaired if you cared
My sense of taste is wasted
On the phosphorescent orange peels
Of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy
So let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Royal Jelly gets made
Coloratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flinger's to the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall from Juvenile hall
We're so unlucky and stuff
Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough
Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline
Paul Bunyan and James Dean
Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry
And Shenandoah tapestries compared with good mahogany
Collapsing the undying postcard romance
With feline perspicacity by the university
That night I held a paucity
Which you deemed common courtesy
I wasn't what you thought I'd be
I shouldn't have invited you to dance
In my tree I'm halfway free
And in my chair one quarter there
In my dream one-sixteenth cream
In the coffee of the courtier
Of the sycophant assistant to the king
So let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Royal Jelly gets made
You're a liar
Mailboxes drip like lampposts In the twisted birth canal of the coliseum Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum O' say, "Can you see 'em?" Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat 'n' the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack Pressing, passing, stinging half synthetic fabrications of his time The mouse with the overbite Explained how the rabbits were ensnared 'n' the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life In my mind, I'm half blind My inner ref is mostly deaf I'm smell impaired if you cared My sense of taste is wasted On the phosphorescent orange peels Of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy So let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Where the Royal Jelly gets made Coloratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers Hangers-on and fancy flinger's to the dress ball Mushrooms and bowling pins Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall from Juvenile hall We're so unlucky and stuff Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline Paul Bunyan and James Dean Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry And Shenandoah tapestries compared with good mahogany Collapsing the undying postcard romance With feline perspicacity by the university That night I held a paucity Which you deemed common courtesy I wasn't what you thought I'd be I shouldn't have invited you to dance In my tree I'm halfway free And in my chair one quarter there In my dream one-sixteenth cream In the coffee of the courtier Of the sycophant assistant to the king So let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Let me touch you Where the Royal Jelly gets made You're a liar Explain Request ×
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