She's got graves for every hunchback in town
Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies
Now, you may think that you're safe in the crowd -
How fast can you run from the galloping Furies?
I've seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies
Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum
But when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up
I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now
I'm just a quarter sort of a dime
And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it's time to slow down
But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow
Sr. Androgenous is spindling over
Too brief a description of the s**ual organs
In my confusion I have found my way
To the alter where they play tempestuous games:
I see my darling with her hair up in tangles
Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels
And when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up
I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now
I'm just a quarter sort of a dime
And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it's time to slow down
But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow
All I wanted was to hold you
And I've waited so long for the day
When I'll be called into your pale room
Oh, my darling Enola Gay