belly button blues

Stand or sit in front of your mirror
Take a deep breath
Hold it and exhale

Been lonely for weeks, starting to think he doesn't care
They say if you had better posture
Then maybe he'd answer your prayers
And now the times, when I see
The weight lift from the sides of her frown
She stands up too straight, and gravity just brings them back down

A rumor, a tumor is buried in the years
The first of the first Lord, it's the worst of your fears
Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel a little weird
When Eve comes home with her, belly button pierced

Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here
Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here

Call it lust in the dust, but it's far from a pharaohs affair
Oh the most beautiful girl
In all the world and you long for your hand in her hair
Oh you sing Cleo, sweet Cleo, can I stay with you tonight
But when you turn down the lights
Her anatomy just don't seem quite right

Oh it's a rumor, a tumor, buried in the years
The first of the first Lord, it's the worst of your fears
Oh Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel a little queer
When Eve comes home with her, belly button pierced