You think
I am a hen
In god's house
There for the plucking
Oh honey
How foolish you are
To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me
My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly
Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip
You thought this dance
Would be swift
But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
You think
I am a hen
In god's house
There for the plucking
Oh honey
How foolish you are
To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me
My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly
Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip
You thought this dance
Would be swift
But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried
