Lizard Lady

What's a woman going to do

But throw away her bread;

Her feet are feeling funny

As she lies beneath the bed;

She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea,

And then she crawls and counts her cans

And twitches like a flea.

What she really likes to do

Is sit upon a pew,

And make believe that time has stopped

And motionless is new;

Planes are stranded in the sky

And drains are stopping, too,

And she alone is laughing under

Eyelids full of flu.

She scurries hurries worries that

The wicked will receive

Their candy from a handsome man

And coffee from a thief;

She gazes at a hourglass and

Asks it if it cares,

And then she wonders if the lizard

Likes his lettuce rare:

"Lizard, yes a lizard, little lizard of the sea,

Conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me!

Release me lizard! Licking lizard,

blizzard of the bea,

Mushed inside a sock you still

dare me --- to die

Dare me to die --- at home..."

"Coating all my lungs with honey,

Sticky coating running runny,

Feet of lizard fly!

And stop and fly and stop and fly

And flicker tongue is licking out

To find me --- feel me. Hide!

Hide from the tongue!

The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing!

Over land and under ashes,

In the sunlight, see -- it flashes,

Find a fly and eat his eye,

But don't believe in me.

Don't believe in me.

Don't believe in me."