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A Drag Queen With a Hairy Hand
by Zoo X-Ray
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A drag queen with a hairy hand, Whispers words I barely understand
She wants to touch my face, She calls me little man
My nicotine princess, All wrapped in rhomboid noise
She's all wet with my kisses, Such a killer, such poise
I check the cards that I'm holding, I'm all in and then I'm folding
Left like confetti in the streets, Well they blow through the alleys like whispers unheard
And they skulk in the shadows like creeps
Well I'm sure it's just the moonshine talking
But you've got a nice face and a funny way of walking
I left my calculator at the top of the stairs
But if you give me your hand I'll get to counting all the hairs
A chupacabra with a trembling hand, Solves equations with a stick in the sand
He wants to shave my face, He calls me dented can
A drunk and drooling little godhead, Fills the sky with impossible shapes
His screams remind me of Chewbacca, But does the carpet match the drapes?
There goes my baby with the manly hands, She bought a ticket back to Kyrgyzstan
She said she's going back to school, She's painting frescoes on the walls of these interminable halls
And she's dripping spray paint upon my shoes
Well I'm sure it's just the lithium talking
But you've got a big heart and a sexy way of walking
I left my candelabra with the fairies and the bears
But if you flip on the light I'll get to counting all the hairs
A drag queen with a hairy lip, Tells me jokes that I don't really get
She wants to lick my face, She calls me Boba Fett
A drag queen with a hairy hand, Whispers words I barely understand
She wants to touch my face, She calls me little man
My nicotine princess, All wrapped in rhomboid noise
She's all wet with my kisses, Such a killer, such poise
I check the cards that I'm holding, I'm all in and then I'm folding
Left like confetti in the streets, Well they blow through the alleys like whispers unheard
And they skulk in the shadows like creeps
Well I'm sure it's just the moonshine talking
But you've got a nice face and a funny way of walking
I left my calculator at the top of the stairs
But if you give me your hand I'll get to counting all the hairs
A chupacabra with a trembling hand, Solves equations with a stick in the sand
He wants to shave my face, He calls me dented can
A drunk and drooling little godhead, Fills the sky with impossible shapes
His screams remind me of Chewbacca, But does the carpet match the drapes?
There goes my baby with the manly hands, She bought a ticket back to Kyrgyzstan
She said she's going back to school, She's painting frescoes on the walls of these interminable halls
And she's dripping spray paint upon my shoes
Well I'm sure it's just the lithium talking
But you've got a big heart and a sexy way of walking
I left my candelabra with the fairies and the bears
But if you flip on the light I'll get to counting all the hairs
A drag queen with a hairy lip, Tells me jokes that I don't really get
She wants to lick my face, She calls me Boba Fett
