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