Marooned On Piano Island

Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers
Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers
This is our first caress
And I must confess you look slightly marionette-esque
The way you walk out of order
The way you talk out of tune
Marooned on Piano Island
Population of two, population me and you
I met a girl with eight inch fingers
She clothed herself in pineapple skin
She tempted me with forbidden pleasure
Now I’ll live on Piano Island forever
She’s a tropical beauty