Strange Little Girl

Strange little girl, strange little girl
You could say I'm a strange little girl
Living in a far too interesting world
Where truths are spoken inbetween lies
That spin us off in different directions

I'm a strange little girl, strange little girl
Who could twist you three sheets to the wind
But my disgust for you seeps through my skin
When your creepy fingers like crazy spiders
Attempt to crawl across my pelvic divide

Some say you're a malignant narcissist
I wouldn't dare fight anyone to deny it
'Cause even as you're trying and lying
To my face you're staring in the mirror

Mirror mirror in your vainglorious hand
Who's the most fairest of them all (you ask)
Not giving a damn that you ripped my heart out
Returned it bruised bloody and mangled

Still I hold onto you like a bad habit
Like that mirror holding your reflection
Who in the bitter end will crack in half
Giving you 7 years bad luck and a bad back

So come on over for your last supper, I'll feed you
Rocky Mountain Oysters with a side of Buffalo Chips
Afterwards you'll enjoy yourself some desert yellowcake
'Cause that's what strange little girls kindly serve
Up and over to their insouciant lovers who moonlight

Strange little girl, strange little girl
Yeah, you can say this strange little girl
Has acquired herself some unnatural habits
But you won't deny this strange little girl
Love... even when she's down and flat out of luck

Strange little girls, strange little girls
We seek each other out in licentious alleys
Strange little girls, strange little girls
When we crave that delicate sapphic touch
Strange little girls, strange little girls
We're not as godforsaken as you think we are

Strange little girl, strange little girl
You could say I'm a strange little girl
Living in a far too interesting world
Where truths are spoken inbetween lies
That spin us off in different directions

I'm a strange little girl, strange little girl
Who sincerely hopes that you'll forgive her
I didn't mean to put poison in your tea
I accidentally mistook strychnine for honey
No don't cry, tears will only taint your fate

And mean things I do merely to entertain myself
While being choked to death by boredoms idle hands
As I try to keep myself away from your face
'Cause you're utter natural insult to humanity

Yeah I would kiss you right on your dying lips
But I don't wanna land some sour disease
And I never promised you a pretty rose garden
But I do have a patch of dead weeds to lie in

Plus some extraneous nihilistic tendencies
That will quench your existentialist thirst
That will feed your insatiable hunger
Over the course of your neurotic death