I woke up Sunday morning in a new kind of mood Without any warning, I think my head may come unglued There's violetta on the counter There's lavender in the bathtub And I know, don't ask me how That my body is a glass jar Speaking in an undertone My body is a glass jar I get dressed in half an hour And I tiptoe to the staircase My mouth is feeling sour I know I am a coward And I know, don't ask me how That my body is a glass jar Speaking in an undertone My body is a glass jar We dress up like wild men To enter into the ballroom Doused in resin Even my jealous brother He doesn't know What's inside of a glass jar He holds the torch To see into the glass jar And I know, don't ask me how That my body is a glass jar Speaking in an undertone My body is a glass jar