I Think I Am Elastic
These Arms They Are A Wonder
Pull From Sideways, Up And Under
I Think It's Time For Something Drastic
And It Could Be More Than I Bargained For
Ten To One It Is


Oh I'm Into Everything I Hate
My Spirit Is Not Fooled; My Members Take The Bait
Oh I'm In To Everything I Hate
Still Not Dead Enough To Stifle This Debate


These Heels Were Made For Bruising
And The Cobblestones They're Using
Are The Pleasures Of My Choosing
I Must Be Born For Losing
Heal These Soles To Hurt No More
And I'll Lift These Hands Just Like Before
Cover Me Like A Dimestore Suit
Until I'm Just Like You


Careful Little Eyes What You See
Careful Little Feet Where You Go