So she says she's done being a lightbulb
Going off and on
I should be careful
Before I see myself as a flourescent
Before I see myself attached somewhere
So I took a knife to my green eyes
Samson's little hell, I go dead blind
Back of the brain, iron blood lives
Sullen in a high-backed chair
But how many gentlemen does it take to screw you in?
I will put ice in your glass but I will not pour you a drink
Say those hands didn't belong to any man
You have no idea the predicament we're in
I read a little book on the origin of man
It put me right to sleep as only those things can
And I had a dream
You were an orangutan
You had emerald flares in both your eyes
But how many gentlemen does it take to screw you in?
I will put ice in your glass but I will not pour you a drink
Say those hands didn't belong to any man
You have no idea the predicament we're in