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One mile in the air that's where she lives
Her body looks so thin and pink and small
Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
And swallowing her fingers as they fall

Two people dance on the edge
Three of us push them away
There's nowhere to go we're all in this

Like a looking-glass-girl
In a minature world
Saw you dance like dice
And tumble to the floor

Like a looking-glass-girl
In a minature world
Whirl your Disney arms

Your body grows more beautiful
With every move you make
Your body grows more beautiful
With every bite I take
You won't believe I love you
It's too stupid for words
So I lick your trembling lips
And use your hands to feed the birds

Here comes the book
The book of rules
If you play this game
You won't stay the same
You could win your golden teeth
Be a spinning top
Use a riding crop

Here comes the book
The book of rules
If you play this game
You won't stay the same
You could win your golden teeth
Be a spinning top
Use a riding crop

A disease is under my fingernails
It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack
Aching with time
Your face is familiar
From another crime

Move inside my daydream
Like fingers in a glove
Twisting round and round and round
Round and round and round with love!
The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white
Spinning on a hill they follow the Dracula kite
The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky
I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice

Your morning smile of torture holds me in it's grip
You trace the taste of yesterday the bruise upon my lip
You touch my eyes and hypnotize and slip inside my heart
I wait for this forever but we always fall apart

You want to hold me closer and secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night

Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress
It's the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air
I think that I'm jazzy like Christ

One more cigarette and the car burns slow
Burning like the body waiting at home
Throw out your teeth and call all your friends

Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and aging we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry

In the maze. I burn down
Turn... you turn my skin around
Wishing my eyes could look down