I’ve been oh so cold
for oh so long,
fragile inside but
I seem so strong,
so fat in the head
but I look so lean.
I love putting out the fire
with some gasoline.
Dressed to the nines with
clothes that are ragged,
a butter knife was dulled
by a spread that was jagged.
Rising from the milk, let me
show you my cream.
First I’ll put out the fire
with some gasoline.
At one time so molten it
seemed I was on fire,
gained the control but
soon lost my desire.
I meant to be nice yet
I gleam when I’m mean.
I’ll just blame it on more
heat from my gasoline.