Less is not more take cover the end is near don't walk thanks alot bleeding me.   My shell on top of your knotty fist with a speculum shoved up my cunt, after hours.       Take solace my love in the little things: red droplets wet eyelashes and money.   That's the way it goes. I shot my baby. It has to be love.       For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.       I stand here naked at attention.   Is this my only skill?   I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.   I asked my daddy for a quarter,   he gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck.       Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying?   I been wanderin' the canned fruit aisle wondering what I can do to make you smile.   Jesus only knows.       In time I'll grow to big and old to help you with your strange hurt.   But right now I'm a school girl learning exactly what I was put on this earth for.       For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.       Should the smart little girl tell a story or a lie,   with her eyes on the toy she's a tomboy in the mirror.   Watch her as she changes. See how she grows.   Her cells are re-arrangin'. She'll need a woman's clothes.   What are these ugly changes?   Jesus only knows...       I stand here naked at attention.   Is this my only skill?   I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.   I asked my daddy for a quarter,   he gave me twenty-five cents and a kiss for good luck.