I can tell by the way your glance
Searches the crater of my stare
That your touch will declare, ensnare,
And never spare me that thick lance.
I want it. I can tell you’ve got
Money, too. “What will you do?” You
Say as you want, want, want me, too.
Let’s bumble like you’re a big shot
Bee or hornet, stinging with your
Clinging fingers across me, boss.
Thing In or Thing Out with its sauce,
At once, I abhor and adore.
Drop me off here. No, I don’t care.
“Yeah, I like your hair.” Thanks a lot.
Next time you can keep what you bought,
Or, take me shopping, Grizzly Bear.
Don’t watch me as I walk, no, no;
Go, go, as I change my face and
Go over my alibi, stand-
Ing six whole blocks from my chateau.