Mal Webb - 4th Arm lyrics

Embracing sweetly on the side All mingled lips and limbs amidst a mist becalm But bent betwixt our beating breasts I always get the 4th arm That losing hand I have to fold When by mistake I poke her face I mean no harm Let's shuffle off this coital maul 'Cos I always get the 4th... The 4th arm, there's no place for it The 4th arm, you can't avoid it It's always awkward, that's part of its charm As sure as 4 is 2 and 2 it's true There'll always be a 4th arm The 1st arm likes to play around The 2nd arm is free to roam from head to toe The 3rd arm sneaks beneath the neck But the 4th arm has no place to go It may be crushed by writhing ribs Or jutting upward like a wilting potted palm Vestigial like Skippy's paw 'Cos I always get the 4th arm She gets the phone when it rings late at night I get the blinds when the morning's too bright In Squatter, she always gets her favorite farm And while we take turns on the tea and toast, I always get the 4th arm A grumbling gut provokes debate Proprioception sounds a tingling alarm Confusing choosing whose is whose But I always get the 4th arm An amputee may have the edge A phantom limb could snuggle in without a qualm While I bemoan my flesh and bone 'Cos I always get the 4th...