From St. Kilda to, Fitzroy and Back Again Amanda Palmer

Come in my thoughts
Stomach in knots, and then
Steps, grass, gate, door
Oh, you perfect stranger

Elastic breaking dawn
Last night’s outfit on
From St. Kilda
Towards St. Kilda West
Start my walk of shamelessness

Nice street, coffee, sore feet, diary
Construction men, whistling

"Hey, sweetheart, where've you been?"
Paper shop, buy a pen
What a pretty neighborhood
Stop short, remember him
Biting hard between my legs

Then no more talk inside my head
Delicious feeling like I'm dead
For just a second, shutting up
A fire shock all in my gut

I want to feel it over all the time
I want to feel it over all the time