Yeh I put on a shirt and I flirt with my own reflection   I've no companion   Yeh my toes are sleepy, my eyes are weepy, they fell out   And I shoved them in the spout      And I'd sing   Ooo ooo ooo ooo      Yeh I pull off my limbs, give 'em to the wind in silence   I've no defiance   Yeh my legs are weak, my lips won't speak I twist them   And rudely kiss them      And I don't know why I write this   And scratch it on the back of your books   Yeh I don't know why I sketch you   And waste it on the edge o' ya looks   I don't know why I plant these   And fashion them from slices of earth   I guess I'm slave to the spirit    Of needing to create and give birth      And we all sing   Ooo ooo ooo ooo   And come love, see my hands   Come love, see my hands   Come love, see my hands   Oh come on, and see my hands