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If the is nearly civilized
Then I'm the faerie child
Of whom the prophesies
Would bleed songs until the died
But I've been busy with my child
I sent him aborted songs to his unformed limbs in

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

I'm a woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop head-bopping in the back
anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Leone activist cat
I'm a little gal
Who don't no back chat
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a mother just moved out of Regent Park

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