Spy spy pretty girl. I see you see me through your window. Don't turn your nose up. Well you can if you need to you won't be the first or last. It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house. And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you. I'm the cream. Of the great utopia dream. And you're in the gleam. In the depths of your banker's splean. I'm a phallus in pigtails. And there's blood on my nose. And my tissue is rotting. Where the reats chew my bones. And my eye sockets empty. See nothing but pain. I keep having this brainstorm. About twelve times a day. So now You could spend the morning walking with me. Quite amazed. As I am Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. I got eyes in my backside. That see electric tomatos. On credit card rye bread. There are children in washrooms. Holding hands with a queen. And my heads full of murders. Where only killers scream. So now you could spend your morning talking with me. Quite amazed. Look out I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. Now you run from your window. To the prcelain bowl. And you're sick from your ears. To the red parquet floor. And the braque on the wall. Slides down your front. And eats through your belly. It's very catching. So now you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed.