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Wallgreens opened her door to death today And she rode in Taught and saucy from the facelift Beaming her made for this little while smile Tall as a tale, legs long as a lie Cross my heart and hope to die, I'm mulling over which razor to buy Hey baby, says a voice like a song You drippin' sorrow, you lookin long! She smacks her wet and wild lips Snips her scissor thighs, says Come on, lithe and on the sly I'll give you a hand, you give me a try... And I never let nothin pass me by, but she's slippin round on the linoleum like she's sweating petroleum So I excuse myself back to the nail care shelf, into Which one, bluest midnight, or jealous jade? Bluest midnight, you got it made, she say A tear of spit lands as she presses my hand to her jaw I'm having a vision of eyes in her hair There there, she says, you're so young and alive So in your prime So BI-O-LOG-I-CAL (the syllables roll around like marbles in her mouth) Bluest midnight like the window of a magic eight ball that when it finally comes to LAUGHS at you in the midst of its endless blue Your future might be drowning around in there If you could just smash it out SongtexteBut those balls are unbreakable And past that lucky little laugh, into the oil night Aint nobody gonna see in there Aint nobody gonna see in, understand me? Unhand me This is the part where I bustle away Take my card, she say Eyes by the pair blink in her hair And she reaches into those inky nylon tresses And pulls out A red eyed cleft lip buck toothed knock kneed little mister something or other And I say What's that? And she says That's a promise Not now, but some day And the little thing grapples onto my hair and burrows and is gone And I'm gone, got the hell out of there and tried to bend my mind back to nail painting But on my lonesome, with the trees septembrin' I get to remembering about this time a bus spit out a blind woman And she fell into my arms like a long lost lover and said How come you look like that? And I say how do you know what I look like, you're blind? And she says That's how come I know I say what you see? She says the hospital's that way The doctor can look at you Have a little lookie while you have a little shut-eye Tell them it hurts, they'll ask you where But aint nobody gonna see in there Aint nobody gonna see in I'm Sick. So the next time I see you in the hygiene aisle Cracking your back like a whip Lighting the tabloid underbrush on fire with your matchstick fingers I'll take one good long stretchmark look and say Who are you really? We girls shrink from inside our skin like aging fruit You were born shrunken with a hundred different skin bags Who are you really? Weaving promises in our hair A mask like a million dollars Sign of the times plastic skin Eyes too blue not to be new Like two of a kind But what's behind? Aint nobody gonna see in there Aint nobody gonna see in! So Pants on fire if I'm a liar Tree me down if I tell a lie I'll be mulling over which razor to buy To raze myself slick as an eel in the fountain of youth Soft as a new lamb with ears perked up white and wide... My dawns will dress in their winter clothes Their hurricanes and rain When you press up against the frosty pane Crowned this time in waving insects For we two shall suck on sweet memories of living days Red eyed Promises Broken Aus Songtexte Mania