Parts

My bloody Mary had arrived and so I bent into the pain
He can’t believe all the distortions I put my body in
Like an acrobat and banshee decided to inhabit
The same fleshy husk and it’s my job to stand it
A fly with a vengeance kept landing like a dancer
He must have had a grudge for some dead ancestor
I smashed last summer in a fit of rage
I don’t like little things touching my face
Just on a bush like the ladies you see in French museums
Taxidermied humans you really ought to see 'em
Full of stuffing and potatoes, they’re really good at pointing
At righteous apparitions ripe for anointing
Someone hit a high note and it pushed up all my hairs
And I love me some earrings but I’m doomed to have no pairs
We were hot for a minute like two boiled eggs
And at times I want to crush the ceiling in between my legs
I’m in a mood I’m in a mood I’m in a mood
Til you flatten out the body beneath the dirt lying in the tub
Til you can’t stop the penny smell no matter how you scrub
It thaws out all your fur until you’re feelin silky smooth
I’m in a mood I’m in a mood