Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dark light

There’s a kid in there
And he’s big, and dumb,
And he’s… kinda scared
Well, he’s too old to be there

And he’s just looking for a light.

Well, I’ll lift it to the ceiling tiles
I’ll stay —- in a trance
You see something to reach about
I’ll tell you that it’s mine
I’m sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I’m sorry anybody dies at all these days

Oh I see the night…
With my own two eyes.