Butch de Geraldine Fibbers

Pretty child your eyelashes whippin through the rain,
wishin you were waterproofed.
wishin you could proove that pretty place in a little box inside.
the black streamin down your
Stay out stay back stay black kitty cat black
pushin thirty-five under an answer blanket.
Pretty child your
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
the boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
than any old girl bird.
He took his time in the mirror this mornin'.
shades of light green, deep blue, and just a touch of rouge.
it's funny how easy it is to lose,
and all you're left with is chaos and a dirty face.
Look at me i'm far from home,
testing the waters, with a broken wing.
i'm weightless.
underwater i can fly.
underwater i can fly.
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
the boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
than any old girl bird.
Just take your time baby.
you don't have to be rushin' around.
just go on in the bathroom and wash your face dear,
you look puffy.