lyrical fitness...

i used to see you every day, used to see you everyday
i danced around your fold and soul, i danced to all your fucking soul.
i left you with your nose a'bleedin' and your toes a'creepin'
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand me down my pants and get me off this street
i'm passed out in your garden
i'm in and i can't get off
so soft
i'd pop myself in your body
i'd come into your part
but i'm soft
behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutilating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipples show
i'm passed out in your garden
i'm in and i can't get off
so soft
i'd pop myself in your body
i'd come into your party
but i'm soft
i'm passed out in your garden
i'm in i can't get off
i'd pop myself in your body
i'd come all over your party
but i'm soft
i'm passed out in your garden
i'm in i can't get out
i'd pop myself in your body
i'd come all over your party
but i'm soft...