Inside my belly, there's scars made of jelly They (dance) on a teddy, on aging faces friendly Her sweet smile's getting dusty
Vile juice, swallow spit reason Came (moan-a-moan) from a dubway (let them all stay out of me) Don't turn 'em on, it's not (?) Our glass fur's riding today
Don't eat for taste, don't go away
Fresh still limbed blue love toy Don't dance, dust dance, dancing
Just trust for love, save yourself for me Don't eat for taste, save yourself for me