You know what they're thinking and you care too much
And ignore them
They communicate with nice white snarls
And rubber promises
They're happy, happy, happy
Identity in six inch cloppy daggers
Fluffy coat hangers
And chests and thighs and hawks' eyes
Hey bitches! Mwah, mwah!
I'll be there for you until I have to be there for you
Their pruned pincers clench each other's shoulders
And they smile hard and rehearsed
Their eyes pretty diamonds
When did it all happen?
When did meaning get so tossed and turned
Into a hot whirlwind of cold, stark appearance?
Spin and whirl your rich blonde curls
Since when has one shoe size fitted you all?