Lyrics:

You've got such a pretty voice but you gotta get so fucked up to sing
Fucking clutzes funny boning moaning 'yeah'
Ou're dumbteen bumteen cumteen runtteen plumteen bumpteen dumpteen runteen pumpteen years old
You say it's the Veda Pierce in me versus the bell hooks in me
Pointillist communication
Trapped in grammar and calendars
All this whitebread makes me wonder
And dear lord for poor fiona
Swore on some music awards she wish'd she'd never been born
In a language of such sighs, and you
You're always using cooing