Champ

She lives like her, that's just fine She used to fly a kite but now she don't like heights A little cat sleeping entertained by mites All is coming, all is coming Whether your bed, my bed, I'm not sleeping When I talk in the dark with the spider in the inkwell All my neighbors either (?) All embalming, life's solution I hide in the park with rivers and gloves and They won't go home til' he gets done He's pestering plants, he's blocking out the sun He casts a shadow, he feels accomplished Got no chance to fix me so I'm rickety and loud And I've seen this evil clearly without looking through a cloud And I hope we get along And I hope you like this song I made it just for you I clean it up with the things that I think of I'm holding your laundry, I'm tying up the sink Your loose lip, tiger lip, funny lip, nail clip (?) hot one, look at what the drink's done To my value, I find my value Hard nine, alkaline, tell me that you're just fine (?) You could be a friend of mine (?) Said, "Doc is it malignant?" Fought for, hard for, tell me who you shop for Your opinion, I'll jump in it Got no chance to fix me so I'm rickety and loud I've seen this evil clearly without looking through a cloud And I hope we get along And I hope you like this song I made it just for you