Reba sink a boulder in the water
Reba tie a cable to a tree
Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a pruneKnee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
Dip
Sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter to a farmer in a truckTake a peek at the cheetah, Reba
Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
Sink a boulder in the water
Tie a cable to a treeMutter "nature" to the nag
With the lipstick perfume
Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover
Thunder in a circle
Down the pipesBag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the storeReba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
Picked up a jar unscrewed the top
And watched it drop into the waterA little scoop of plaster mix
Some coffee grounds and mud
And then she stirred it with the ladle
That her Grandmother had bought her
Threw in a pot of melted wax
A forefoot and a hoof
Apple core, worms galore
And a can of some corrosiveCoconuts and chloroform
Some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
She hoped was not explosiveReba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
And she knew that what she make
Would be the finest in the nation
Songwriters
Michael GordonPublished by
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