She sat on the cliff of the bed Tackled me with a plastic comb Pressed her fingers into my head Start at the blond search for the bone She tried to tame me her nails and my knots Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what's not Let me tangle, let me dry Want it wicked, let me rile Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child You're matter of fact I slyly side step sorry Drag my heels across the street She tells me I'm unlettered while I read the backs of her knees Catch me in-habits One tight skyward eye Pull hats out of rabbits And salt out of the sky Let me tangle, let me try Want it wicked, let me rile Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child Your matter of fact What a thought was in whale water Was really running through the pipes To show off her flex-ability She made a fool of my fight I bit her belly She bellowed like a swan Cured me like a petal Pressed in her open palm Let me tangle, let me try Want it wicked, let me rile Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child Your matter of fact Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child Your matter of fact