Larkin Grimm Follow

I've got no hooker's heart of gold
My hooks are sharp, my heart is cold

The men just come, and they go like flies
Chewing my lips, and drinking my eyes

And I've been penetrated
So I'm welcome everywhere I go

This mouth has wrapped around something
More delicious than the songs I sing

And not just men have known my charms
You women too, with your golden arms

Waxed bare in Europe's fine salons
My shining blond and golden johns

With legs spread wide like scissors
Waiting open for your prey

With fingers pinched like tweezers
Plucking every hair that's stray

Don't you pluck me out of your dear breast
Where my poor head is laid to rest

Don't you pluck me out of your dear eye
Where I am curling up to die

Days go by like butterflies
Days go by like butterflies

Days go by like butterflies
Days go by like butterflies

Come on look at the sky
Come on look at the sky