Go away, go away, you're killing the little porcelain puppets
Go away, go away, you're causing pain for the blow up dolls
the hectic hour has arrived
when you let the clock chop it's hands
the ticking has got my brain all wired
the tocking has got my vagina in clamps
the sun needs to rise for longer now- the moon needs to make way for the bioluminescence
this erotic heart has lost its adventurous spout
this hairy tail has been cut off and left to be chewed by the angry bears
the fist of the waves has risen to beat you
the strings of my gut have untied to strangle you
the bulbous protrusion from your front has been pixeled out
so the eyes of my heart cannot find you - cannot ever be reminded of you
cannot ever send signals of your shadows, your shades, your silhouettes, your disastrous ties
the touch-me-not has been awakened
let the fangs come out now and paint my body, ventriloquist dummy,
with 'I never will', 'I never want to'
