Janey came back from the stand smiling   With the writing of Kafka in hand and a bunny in a can   Slipping and sliding you feel yourself asking her   Why would you want me to try?      Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer   Down where the devils are dying with laughter   Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure   She blows you a kiss from her lips      She's your baby   She's your baby   She's your baby      Those below us can not be renounced 'cause they're talking   And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths   Lock their doors and stay in the house and while you're inside there   You might want to question the fact that you're not quite the same      And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet   A million layers of crust and deposit   Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons   You told her that this was for good      She's your baby   She's your baby   She's your baby