My lips are cold. My heart is flame. My hips are old. My kiss is pain. My father took me one too many times No mother I'll be to any of his kind, for kindness is the flesh on flesh They call me "Crazy" 'cause there's no one else to blame Crazy, full of fantasies and shame So I'm crazy as a bedbug in June? What's a girl to do? What's a girl to do? My eyes invite the calloused mind My thighs excite like newly-ripened wine I take their lust and I swallow fast They rape the dust of my body's past, for passion is the time after time They call me "Hey, baby!" and spill their naked seed "Hey baby, don't you save a little bit for me?" So I'm savior and mother to the breed? What's a girl to be What's a girl to be Those little girls with their tongues on fire That child's world full of innocent desire I never touch them but to photograph the dream Those lonely children never feel alone with me for loneliness is mother to my need They call me "Uncle wonderful" Uncle wonderful... The wonder's in the splendor of their youth What's a girl to do? What's a girl to do? I lock you in just to shut you out No love begins, there's no love to doubt I offer life without pain or need I murdered mine, and I threw away the key Now I've forgotten how to breath They call me "Normal" Normal... I am the institution of private destiny I offer a solution - anesthesia's ecstasy They call me freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
