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If the world is nearly
I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets
Would bleed songs until the died
But I've been with my unborn child
I sent him songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

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

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

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the
Smoking anything that'll
During intermission, I'm in the club
up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood
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 might be in the now
But a mother just moved out of Regent Park

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