Sophistry

One, two three, four... whoa! I hate judgmental people And I hate the loudness in the world I'd like to make a tiki idol talk But you know I’m not that kind of girl They told me your name from German I stole a look back at you She said, don't you love me, Moby Dick? [?] Don't be tiny [?] He said, fuck you I am irate, you must take into account I have no interest With being murdered by some little clown Or business princess Hey! I know you like my intonation Much more than you like my connotation But the truth is, I miss you And that mistrust, it makes me more you [?] I come to you as a friend and a lover But I don’t want to be one or the other You kiss me behind the Christmas tree I thought it sacred [?] You use your liberty to [?] Why, why? I tell you why, I feel like I'm between The white-out and typo and the door without a wall I'm not what you would call alphabetical, right? Steel! Huh! [laughing] Whoa! I'm someone that finds you between Your rejects at the bar and [?] But wasn't it you who told me What's good for the lip leads the ship [?] I'm running towards your feet [?] a dagger [?] Now I'm tongue-twisted, now I’m running back You’re the neurotic and I'm the news-printer But your neuroses, when you think of it Glynnis, Vi, Priscilla, or my mom [?] I don’t mention them in any of my songs I'm not trying to be a killer, or a temptress [?] A killer of the survival of the fittest