Dance Of The Seven Veils Lyrics - Exile In Guyville - Liz Phair

Johnny, my love, get out of the business 

It makes me wanna rough you up so badly 

Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic 

Toss you up and pump you full of lead 

Johnny, my love, get out of the business 

The odds are getting fatter by the minute 

That I have got a bright and shiny platter 

And I am gonna get your heavy head 

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring 

You can rent me by the hour 

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing 

Entertainers bring May flowers 

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness 

Now all we gotta do is get a preacher 

He can probably skip the until death part 

'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead