The subtleties of anomolies    Like a wedge splitting us in two    Stinking cavities, such a phallus-sea    It's why I resonate out of tune    Mommy always said to play in traffic    Nevermind the rest of those dirty little boys    Down the street and their football games    You could wrinkle your dress or something    Mommy always dreamed of a little princess    And prom queens and dance recitals    So how her eyes bulged until they shattered    When the hole finally closed and there I stood    I pruned four bushes once    Azalea, forsythia and trumpet vine    I pruned four bushes once    Rest assured that I'll be fine    No me now    Know me how?    Mommy look at me I think you'll be proud    Don't worry about my escaping life blood    Your daydreams preferred pink to blue    No need to daydream I ain't a boy no more    I pruned four bushes once    Azalea, fucshia, and trumpet vine    I pruned four bushes once    This will be number five