The last time that I saw her
She was processed and refined
Layers upon layers of insinuated makeup
Tailed by a long impossibly straight line
Of imaginary suitors and seducers
Saying "You can't cut in but if you want can get in the back."
"You don't understand," I told them, "the girl is mine!"
The one closest to her grabbed her ass and said "Is that a fact?"
I saw her walking out of the drugstore
With a little box in her left hand
Ripping a bag of gummy bears open with her teeth
And scooping one up with her tongue
I took my He-Man figures under the back yard tree
Mashed their faces together and ripped out their legs
I thought about the film on puberty they showed at school
Though angry I decided then and there to let it overtake me
In the days that came to pass
I started wearing out my jeans fast
Innocence was a phase that I surpassed
I saw sex everywhere
Started pulling womens' hair
When they slapped or scratched my face I didn't care
The year I spurted at will I began playing chess
Started studying Bobby Fischer from his game down to his dress
I was six foot six, the face of the new sinister chic
With a salivating taste for language and a clean-cut physique
Like I had lasers shooting out my eyes and fingertips
I seduced holy virgins and gothic godesses in their home crypts
Sometimes I thought we're all victims, sometimes as fresh flowers
Oderiferous, edible, waiting to be plucked
A hot pot of drunken little necks, a requested calimari quick cook
I'm a rising celebrity with a recipe book
So as I give some bitch an expert report
On her almond crusted rhubarb torte
She smiles, "I like my men tall." I tell her I don't even like dogs that short
The last time I made tiger penis pie
Fortunate patrons on a libidinous high
Though the filling out too much pepper and the crust was a little dry
So as I go backwards to the womb
My girlfriend turns off my favorite cartoon
Can you feel her lower the boom?
Gummy bears (repeat 3 times)
In a disciplined kitchen prudes and lowlifes can co exist
While eating remains savage and devoid of grace
While teenage girls suck popcicles with their new lust
Wondering how the real deal will feel and taste
Personality disappearing into one hard fuck
I threw the woman off my lap, lay down and closed my eyes
Haphazardly reconstructing my mother's breast
Remebering it like life's only good surprise
The last time I saw Erica la la la la la
She was testing a swerve in her walk
I knew that she knew that I knew she could feel my presence
Tracking who just weeks ago was my best friend
When I took her, fuck it felt like a two way rape
I just stared at the freckles in her chest
Picking out shapes and patterns I just kept pressing
Waiting for her to tell me that I could stop
As I strip the portabellos of their gills
The abolonely (aboloney?) consomme chills
I've got adulating critics and superior skills
I've got burn marks on my hands and arms
From the times where I let down my guard
Which used to be so easy, now it's really rather hard
So if my mind starts to drift I'll try to steer it to chess
Maybe the game where I assured Leah she was right to be impressed
I let the queen go, moved my knight to E5
As the king told the pawns, "Men, this is how I'll survive."
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Lyrics submitted by Mercury.