belly button blues - Intellectual

[Intro]

Stand or sit in front of your mirror

Take a deep breath

Hold it

And exhale

She's been lonely for weeks, starting to think he doesn't care

They say “if you had better posture, then maybe he'd answer your prayers”

And now the times, when I see, the weight lift from the sides of her frown

She stands up too straight, Lord, and gravity just brings them back down

A rumor, a tumor, is buried in the years

The first of the first, lord, its the worst of your fears

Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel, a little weird

When Eve comes home with her belly button pierced

Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here

Call it lust in the dust, but it's far from a pharaohs affair

The most beautiful girl, in all the world and you long for your hand in her hair

You sing cleo, sweet cleo, can I stay with you tonight

But when you turn down the lights, her anatomy just don't seem…quite right

Oh, it's a rumor, a tumor, buried in the years

The first of the first lord, it's the worst of your fears

Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel, a little queer

When Eve comes home with her, belly button pierced