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

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

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

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

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