Could you fix these things wrong with me?
Re-animate my shortcomings?
Get out your sewing-kit
Play cut and paste
My oiled skin, re-attach my lanky limbs
Teach them to hold again
French-kiss cadaver lips
Re-allign my crooked spine
This torso's much too long
We'll hold up in this hollow lung
I love you Teri Garr
And I love you Bridgette Helm
I love alls y'alls, you know we'd be so tragic
A love clinique and cla**ic
Our hearts are haunted hearts
I only want to be attractive 'coz I want to attract you
And I wish I were thin--
Goddamn this body, so fat and crude--
And I wish I were witty and I want to be cultured and patient, too...
But I could let all these things go
'coz all that I really want is you
New skin, new lungs, new guts, new...