Sticky soul, get a little lost on my own
Hey, general, need a little love in that hot hole of yours

One way's now and Saturdays
Are now kittens, all wrapped in cement
From cradle to gumdrops
Got me running, girl, as fast as I can

And is it right, butterfly?
They like you better framed and dried

And, daddy dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
Well, nurses smile, when you got iron veins you can't stain their pretty shoes

And pompons and cherry blondes
And their kittens, still wrapped in cement
From God's saviours to gumdrops
Got me running, girl, as fast as I can

And is it right, butterfly?
They like you better framed and dried

Got me a pretty garden


[Thanks to btoma@hotmail.com for lyrics]