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If the world is civilized
I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets
Would bleed songs until the lyrics
But I've busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to his unformed limbs in

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

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

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the
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, heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra activist cat
I'm a wikked gal
Who don't take no chat
it's in the dark
I be in the attics now
But a fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But into my civil eyes, really
I'll you all some civil lies
And take you from civil lives
And you that I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,