pretty girl, oh pretty girl   you are softer than the sheets you lay upon   handsome boy, handsome boy   you are stronger than any man that’s come before you      and these are the words    they have chosen to mark you      pretty boy, pretty boy   you are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky   handsome girl, handsome girl    you are wide and built like bridges held on water      and these are the words   they have chosen to mark you   these are the words   they have chosen to choose you      pretty girl, oh pretty boy   your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides   handsome boy, handsome girl   we are both from the same place deep inside of her      and covered in skin   we are we are the same things and   we touch in the dark rooms   and I wont tell you what I’m hiding up my sleeve      under my clothes, under my clothes   i am organs red and thin as paper dolls   under my skin, under my skin   i am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them      and these are the words   they have chosen to mark you   these are the words   and i have chosen to choose you