|
The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday |
|
And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all |
|
For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all |
|
Can I play in your closet? |
|
Can I poke around your drawer? |
|
Can I see through your mirror? |
|
Can I come in your store, baby? |
|
Bolts of lightning came from 38th Street |
|
In raw silk and wool |
|
He carried it over his shoulder down 7th Avenue |
|
She said, "I'm gonna wrap the night around your neck |
|
Slice off your head, Daddy |
|
I wish it was just the three of us again |
|
I wish it was just you, me and her" |
|
Can I play in your closet? |
|
Can I poke around your drawer? |
|
Can I see through your mirror? |
|
Can I come in your store, baby? |
|
We cut holes off our arms |
|
And he wrapped it around me |
|
It was a nice long dress, but it was too hot to keep on |
|
So we made a necklace out of rope and a piece of a tin can |
|
He's on an old brick expedition |
|
Let's study the ruins, baby |
|
Let's study the stonemasonry, lady |
|
Let's come back with a handpainted tile from the 19th century |
|
But I need my new phone to show me the way |
|
Can I play in your closet? |
|
Can I poke around your drawer? |
|
Can I see through your mirror? |
|
Can I come in your store, baby? |
|
The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday |
|
And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all |
|
For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all |
|
Can I play in your closet? |
|
Can I poke around your drawer? |
|
Can I see through your mirror? |
|
Can I come in your store, baby? |
