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...