Caroline, she says, i am the one Dagger (?) all the nights, but im having fun I'm gonna turn you over, inside out It's not the weariness, don't scream and shout It's just the rubble rousing misspent bouts And away Conjure up a splendor all of her own For the worst trimester I've ever known I play the rack-a-muffin holy.(?) And you'll be tossing glitter works of thought And somehow I still end up back on top And on my way And I myself have found That living is too far away I myself have found That living is too far away Tit for tat, she says, but not in such prose Softer in the eyes, taking the blows I'm gonna give it up and end it fast I recommend you make this blow your last And all you crass women are truly crass I'm away (Oh hooo oh wooah, oh hooo oh wooah)