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If the is nearly civilized
Then I'm the faerie child
Of whom the prophets
Would songs until the lyrics died
But been busy with my unborn child
I sent him songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this club
on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress comfy
I their bones into melancholy melodies
As for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little features
A cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein preacher

I'm at the hip hop show in the back
Smoking anything burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's
Thank for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who don't take no back
it's in the dark
I be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent

But look into my eyes, really
I'll sing you all some civil
And take you from your lives
And show you I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,