The Residents Follow

Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty

I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I could be the lover
Of anybody but her

I see her every morning
And watch her fingers forming
Shapes that are as graceful
As a baby's face full of hope

Until it turns to
A neediness that burns through
Your heart like it was butter
In the mouth of someone's mother

Betty's body, Betty's body
Betty's body, Betty's body

A certain scent of perfume
Makes me think of her room
And how I'd like to be there
Lightly touching her bare back

And gently soaking
In the sweet unspoken
I could be her lover
If it, if it weren't for mother

Betty, Betty
If you met me, you'd forget me
Betty, Betty
I am so shy, every day I
Secretly cry since my mom died

Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty
Anybody but Betty

I could be the lover
Of anybody but her
I could be her lover
If it, if it weren't for mother