We'll take ourselves out in the street. And wear the blood in our cheeks. Like red roses. We'll go from car to sleeping car. And whisper in their sleeping ears.
I think this place is full of spies. I think they're onto me. Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you. Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room.
I was home entertaining guests, when I fell off the chair and cracked open my head. Bees flew out, and they flew up their skirts. Because they wanted to travel the world.