I want that smooth, low voice
not this muppet one I have
but oh!
I can still sing!
    Warble and be your song bird
I want to be a *****
one with a sleek, **** body
but still!
There is something cute
  about a plump girl
   writing poems
     more naked than in the eyes of the Lord.

I want to be so much for you
and sometimes, I am only far away
but
but you take those things I am
and you see them as angels' giggles
polish those ugly parts of me
and keep them in a display case between your lungs
right where I keep yours