you can't read these
oh no you can't

while a claw foot
dances
tiptoed prances
i  just  lay  in  the tub
and the bubbles fill my lungs

with a porcelain skinned
perfect pink baby lips
puckered smile face plastered on
laughter reaches into your soul
Grips and Pulls it outside
(your soul is saturated
and  *pruning
from all the  soaking
in the tub)
you notice
somehow still intact
is the sparkle
on your finger
somehow still showing
up

**** who'd a thunk huh?

there's a blue to her
a sort of hue to her
that makes her shine more than all the rest
she hasn't got a clue in her
not a clue about her
own self she's living in
i love you baby i love you baby
its so easy to say it ain't it
i love you baby i love you baby
in reality **who's paying?