Less is not more take cover the end is near don't walk thanks allot bleeding me.
My shell on top of your knotty fist with a speculum shoved up my cunt, after hours.

Take solace my love in the little things: red droplets wet eyelashes and money.
That's the way it goes. I shot my baby. It has to be love.
For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.
I stand here naked at attention.
Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.
I asked my daddy for a quarter,
He gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck.
Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying?
I been wanderin' the canned fruit aisle wondering what I can do to make you smile.
Jesus only knows.
In time I'll grow too big and old to help you with your strange hurt.
But right now I'm a school girl learning exactly what I was put on this earth for.
For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.
Should the smart little girl tell a story or a lie,
With her eyes on the toy she's a tomboy in the mirror.
Watch her as she changes. See how she grows.
Her cells are re-arrangin'. She'll need a woman's clothes.
What are these ugly changes?
Jesus only knows...
I stand here naked at attention.
Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.
I asked my daddy for a quarter,
He gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck.

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Writer(s): BILL TUTTON, CARLA BOZULICH, DANIEL KEENAN, KEVIN FITZGERALD, WILLIAM TUTTON