Who’ve thought your daughters would be liars and cavorters?
Jerking tears to the left, to the right, just like their mothers
They want a wallet, token player and though they would never say it
… they think they could do better
What’s her name, everybody say
These are not your secrets, as this is not your song
But you can leave your presents in my bed
Your knicker drawer’s a present in my head
Hey gothic bitch, hey animal farm
Hey ‘what’s-your-face’, you all know who I’m talking about…
That’s when they know they’ve got you to pack a pretty punch
Picking petals fresh from road kill
You’re like a……. scratching at a ballet of rats
Get a grip on it girl
What’s her name, everybody say