[Chorus]

She’s Ms. Loves-Dirt-For-Diamonds

Gargles spiders

Stops time, then steals lipstick

Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one single cigarette

She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar's barefoot

[Verse 1]

Then: the kind of woman you could love walks in:

She circles her beauty marks with the wet end of a blue pen

Staring softly through the high school play props and postcard parts of grown men

She knows we jerk off to the daughters of the world

She’s all that’s beautiful and opposite sad music

Running through green fields, in soft focus toward one another

[Bridge]

And yet you. You boy you. You boy you

She was so black hole, so

Black hole in a china shop

[Chorus]

She’s Ms. Loves-Dirt-For-Diamonds

Gargles spiders

Stops time, then steals lipstick

Tonight she’ll light one hundred cannons off one cigarette

She’s fast like snapping gun guts, cold like cellar's barefoot

[Verse 2]

Now, she climbs the girth

Of one small stone step somewhere

Screaming "vaginal sabotage" in the sun

To the purse of loosely pinched flesh

Between the pit formed by her upper arm chest and top adjoining

There, you were

You were boy with all the walls

And so she took her sugar elsewhere

Whilst you shuffle with enlightenment to date

She left you for The Undertaker and his sensitive side

He’d say: "Baby morgues are people too"

And I. And I. And I

After all, dear, I love you

[Verse 3]

When you open your mouth

She removes her gloves

And the sea pours mighty

From her hollowed sleeves

Until everything that is solved in

Life now begins to float around your socks and soaking ankles

Locks of semen, tiny spears of beard

Clumps of baby teeth and even

A few cut feet of umbilical ribbon

Until you shut your eyes to

Draw the gloves back onto her

Gushing and half finished wrists

She brings the deluge, tells you to bring nothing

But a rafts rope between your teeth

And some poem about yourself