Dragonfly's Intro

If the world is nearly civilized

Then I'm the red-haired faerie child

Of whom the prophets prophesies

Would bleed songs until the lyrics died

But I've been busy with my unborn child

I sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club

Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress cumfy

I crush their bones into melancholy melodies

As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features

A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes

I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back

Smoking anything that'll burn

During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom

Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return

Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you

I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat

Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone activist cat

I'm a wikked little gal

Who don't take no back chat

Unless it's in the dark

I might be in the attics now

But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my civil eyes, really

I'll sing you all some civil lies

And take you from your civil lives

And show you that I'm civilized

Nearly, nearly, nearly