You Won’t Feel A Thing

Let's take a bath and do masks, you said I'll get the spider off the back of your neck Staying up and watching The Professional Holding your hand from the trundle bed Black skirt with a slit down the side When she laughed, she closed her eyes Pulled out her Virginia Slim cigarette I pulled out the light We're just crocodile eyeballs rising in the canal Cock-smile bird calls crushin' on an old pal Call the doctor, let him in Squeeze my hand, you won't feel a thing You won't feel a thing Kiss the mood ring, just a coin toss Gave my things back in a shoebox Wore my ribbon all through twelfth grade A spider in my lemonade Not guilty, I swear I'm clean I don't know what you mean Protect myself from a retreating enemy Beat myself up with a rewritten memory Crocodile eyeballs rising in the canal Cock-smile bird calls crushin' on an old pal Call the doctor, let him in Squeeze my hand, you won't feel a thing You won't feel a thing My trust is like an outdoor cat Leave food on the window She'll probably come back A first kiss is a suicide pact Swear I didn't feel a thing I swear We're just crocodile eyeballs rising in the canal Cock-smile bird calls crushin' on an old pal Call the doctor, let him in Squeeze my hand, you won't feel a thing You won't feel a thing