Come stomp your feet,
show you teeth,
puff your chest,
you know you wanna.
Orange Tree, yelling, Apple-seed come break your back,
You'd better crack! Come, where's your lime? Where's your lemon?
Come bear some thing for them to see!
(yelling so loud and long winded, you never had time
for bearing much fruit on your own.)
And you strut so comfortably so.
And I'm shaking…
Well I'm tired of shaking.
I am a liar,
all broken armed from painting bone hues all my life.
Yes, I am a liar, and hiding doesn't make me any cleaner.
Choking for the image sake I can barely operate.
Cast the pavlov-anklets and loose the self-preserving-me.
Let me be weak.
Stomp your feet,
show your teeth,
puff your chest,
you know you wanna
Stomp your feet, (Come you weak,)
show your teeth, (come be free,)
puff your chest, (come to me,)
you know you wanna. (you're all I want.)
Come be weak,
come be free,
come to me,
you're all I want.