The hazy lace persuasion was a cult of cultivation
And the sloppy macrosecond masochistic pessimistic
Is the lips and lips so rich it tasted like the privy pits of peaches
Placed upon a proper copper coffeepots and pans
??? this swing and I wanna make the rules
No such thing and I learned it all at schools
Here comes the mouth
The favors and the fables and the waiters at the tables
Take a lesson from the daughters of the chambermaids who died
And some will choose the chosen chalice like the concubines who tell us
To begin the psychic shuffle when our laces are untied
Sing this song and I wanna make a move
No such thing and I learned it all at schools
Here comes the mouth
The girl with pretenders and the ladies of both genders
Have decided that their finest tidy tidings are profound
And thus engaged in concentration and some solemn dedication
Can redeem ???
Shoobie this shoobie and I wanna make the rules
No such thing that I learned at children's schools
Here comes the mouth