The Blond-O-Sonic Shimmer Trap
Black as a beaconIn a river of shimmering fogYes she was
If you were heat-seekingShe was hard to ignoreYes she was
And she snappedWing mirrors off of CadillacsThe particularly pretty ones
And thatMeant she never had to strain her backWhen she was putting her lippy on
Well, time tastes blandWhen she's not aroundAnd you'd sit and you'd sink and approach the brinkBefore she showed you how to shake love's steady handTha knows
And she snappedWing mirrors off of CadillacsThe particularly pretty ones
And thatMeant she never had to strain her backWhen she was putting her lippy on
Shake love's steady handShake love's steadyShe floats like a niccy rush but she stings like a B-flatThe Blond-o-Sonic Shimmer Trap
And she snappedWing mirrors off of CadillacsThe particularly pretty ones
And thatMeant she never had to strain her backWhen she was putting her lippy on