歌词
Open his head, you’ll find a heart.
Open that heart, you’ll find a bed.
Open this bed, you’ll find a tart.
Open the tart, you’ll find his mind.
Open his head, baby, and you’ll find a heart in it, cracked.
Open that heart, maybe you’ll find a bed in it, fact.
Open this bed,
Cybil, and you’ll find a tart in it, wet.
Open the tart, lady, and you’ll find his mind in it, dead.