One-Month Marathon

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?