What's a woman going to do but throw away her bread Her feet are feeling funny as she lies beneath the bed She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea And then she crawls and counts her cans and twitches like a flea
What she really likes to do is sit upon a pew And make believe that time has stopped and motionless is new Planes are stranded in the sky and drains are stopping, too She alone is laughing under eyelids full of flu
She scurries hurries worries that the wicked will receive Their candy from a handsome man and coffee from a thief She gazes at a hourglass and asks it if it cares And then she wonders if the lizard likes his lettuce rare
"Lizard, yes a lizard, little lizard of the sea Conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me Release me, release me lizard, blizzard of the bee Mushed inside a sock you still dare me to die Dare me to die at home"
"Coating all my lungs with honey, sticky coating running runny Feet of lizard fly and stop and fly and stop and fly And flicker tongue is licking out to find me, feel me, hide! Hide from the tongue"
"The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing! Over land and under ashes, in the sunlight, see it flashes Find a fly and eat his eye, but don't believe in me. Don't believe in me, don't believe in me Don't believe in me, don't believe in me Don't believe in me"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
