cobalt

You like an anus, and I like a Danish
but neither one sprinkled with nuts.

If the sun is always brighter
than the moon, and the bride
is always whiter than the
groom, then the only way to cut that cloud
is to mack that knife and polish off the cake with
your wife. And if the only way to eat that cake is through
your mouth, then you better buy a bun boy to bake it.

Uh Huh. Yeah. Uh huh, yeah. Mmmmm yeah. Oh yeah.

Well now that you know cake a little bit better, you better get over here,
and eat an ICING ROSE! WEDDING CAKE!! WEDDING CAKE!!
Ah WEDDING CAKE!! WEDDING CAKE!!

Well I know NOW why I didnt get an invitation.
I said I know why I DID NOT get an invitation.
Yes I know why! I did not get an invitation!

If your wedding gown is a metaphor for infidelity,
then your diamonds are starry falling freaks.

If a ceremony concerns the glory of skin, then the garden tub
is what youre getting in. And you better towel off before your
candle dries out or youll end up wrinkling your room.

YOUR ROOM! YOUR ROOM!

Your sophisticated, laminated room.
Your uber-dedicated, upholstered, renovated, wretched, understated, lonely room.

You see, the taste is always different than the
smell. Yes the scent precipitated by the
swell. The blank stare you gave when you shook those hands
was indicated on your final bail.

BAIL OUT!



You got a birth certificate? Proof of residence?
Gender preference? Blood test? Bead? Train?
A diamond ring? An overdose of honey?
Are you absolutely sure, I say, I say are you absolutely
sure about this?

As a Xerox and evaluation detective, a social
radio-phonic defective, I have the duty to inform you
that transparencies are selective, transparencies are
transmitted by delay.

I sang about this.

Sometime I still want a piece.
Im still allergic to nuts, but peanuts are officially legumes.