I got hungry
Pick at the shell
Paw the bottom
Of the well
I wear
My body
I go bottom
Struggle for air
Like a woman
Like a prayer
I wear
My body
I wear my body like a rotted peach
You can have it if you handle the stink
I'm as open as a gutted pig
On the small of every back
You'll see a picture of me
Wearing me body
I go guzzle
Scrap from the bin
Take it all
On the chin
I wear my body