Creepin' through the hall of mirrors
grinnin' at myself-- it's just me
and me
and me
and the dust
and I'm stinkin' fuckin' trash tonight
thinkin' all hips lips slits tits and thighs
prowlin'
I wanna take you on a ride
broken down & defunct
stalkin' through the haunted house
canned screams AAAAAAAAAAAAA plastic skulls
I'm bitin' down on fake vampire teeth
I take my thrills cheesey and cheap
all the better if it's free
forehead slicked with sweat
it ain't easy being sleazy
your legs slicked with...
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
circlin' on the ferris wheel
roundandroundandroundandroundandroundandround it goes
I'm playin' Devil's Advocate until you're bored to tears
and I keep wondering-- is this real?
it's just an inklin'--
just a feeling I've been feeling-- is this real?
coulda swore that I saw you before
trackin' through the funhouse mirrors-- all distorted proportions
they're showin' me as a normal-lookin' man
and you as something I could hold
coulda sworn that I've torn you before
in a dream...
it's just an inklin'--
late night tinglin'
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
Oh baby mine / with your shape / you'd make one fine / chalk outline
