Your tooth ache, an ivory tower So let down your long perfect legs I'll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue And rub ambisol into your hair 'Cause those paper cuts kept you from writing A poem, so epic and true About how you are cursed with a beauty so great I'm sure that it's hard being you So put down that book, it's too serious I'll undress you as I make a joke But please try not to laugh as I swim in your flesh Just hold your breath 'til I finish So explain it again to me slowly About the physical world you transcend I'll just watch your lips and your perfect white teeth And the cigarette that doesn't belong there And the cigarette that doesn't belong there