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It's time for some medicine--
I know what we need.
An Icarus antidote:
Something simple to read.
SCUTTLIN' LIKE A CRAB
There's a big dream moaning!
It's a siren's call . . .
She's a sociopathic bargirl--
And she's a real doll.
She's pumped up on yaa baa--
That wonderful speed.
She'll bonk you like a rabbit--
Or stab you 'till you bleed.
She's dancin' and displayin'.
It's a smiler's ball.
She's got you in her sights.
Your back's against the wall.
You'll be scuttlin' like a crab,
On the bottom of the sea.
Shouting with your eyes--
Me! Me! Me . . . !
She ain't for sale--
She just takes the money.
You're the one beggin'--
"Please call me honey."
Now you're waiting and you're nervous.
The barfines been paid.
What's taking so long?
You want to get laid.
Out she comes,
Casual and hot.
You're excited.
She is not!
You're wound up and nervous--
Expectations too high.
She's cool and calm:
Know's it's a lie.
In the room at the Nana,
It's good and it's not.
Some things she'll do,
Some you just thought you bought.
Next night you go
To a different bar.
Maybe these girls will be
What they say they are!
It's the Same Old Same Old.
Kind of a drag!
Time to hit the streets . . .
And try some slag.
If that don't work,
There's always Manilla.
This looking for love,
Is kind of a Killa . . . !
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