Your tooth ache an ivory tower
So let down your long perfect legs
I ll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue
And run Ambisol into your hair
Cause those paper cuts kept you from writing
A poem so epic and true
About you are cursed
With a beauty so great
I m sure that it s hard being you.
So put down that book it s too serious
I ll undress you as I make a joke
But please try not to laugh
As I swim in your flesh
Just hold your breath til I finish
So explain it again to me slowly
About the physical world that you transcend
I ll just watch your lips and your perfect white teeth
And the cigarette that doesn t belong there...