Molehills

[Verse 1]

These are not my hands

This is not my open mouth

I watch me play my part with feeling, fire, and heart

I know these lines so well

But these are not my words

And you are not my valentine

I chitchat, flirt, and smile, deceived by my own guile

Bewitched by my own spell

[Interlude]

"Beware the modest mole with his big, friendly jazz hands: his black fur, made for fondling; and small, kind eyes. He hides violence in his smile and venom in his kiss."

[Verse 2]

These are not my friends

This is not my family

I play along to please, I fight away the freeze

I swallow back my yell

I watch me play my part with feeling, fire, and heart

I know these lines so well

[Refrain]

These are not my ears that hear you

These are not my kissing lips

And these are not my arms that hold you

These are not my breasts, my hips

And these are not my eyes that smile

And these are not my legs that part

This is not my voice that calls you

This is not my head, my heart

[Interlude]

"The common mole lives in a tunnel system, which it constantly extends. Within these dark burrows he hunts, using his toxic bite to paralyse his prey. so that his meal can be stored alive and eaten later."

[Instrumental Outro]