[Verse 1]
Let's take a bath and do masks, you said
I'll get the spider off the back of your neck
Staying up and watching The Professional
Holding your hand from the trundle bed
[Verse 2]
Black skirt with a slit down the side
When she laughed she closed her eyes
Pulled out her Virginia Slim cigarette
I pulled out the light
[Chorus]
We're just crocodile eyeballs rising in the canal
Cock-smile bird calls crushing on an old pal
Call the doctor, let him in
Squeeze my hand, you won't feel a thing
You won’t feel a thing
[Verse 3]
Kiss the mood ring, just a coin toss
Gave my things back in a shoebox
Wore my ribbon all through twelfth grade
A spider in my lemonade
[Verse 4]
Not guilty, I swear I'm clean
I don't you know what you mean
Protect myself from a retreating enemy
Beat myself up with a rewritten memory
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