Boy toy, pts. 1 & 2.

Don't be a killjoy
Pretty girlboy
Strung up so you'll never be a real boy
Hung up and centered on the centerfold
Dumb luck, 'cos my center don't hold
I told ya
Be careful
6 6 men tend to be an earful
Blah blah let me show ya somethin today
Rah rah you're a bloke with nothing to say
Ha ha tell a joke, get out of my way
Like fingerfucking a stranger on the metro
Bloodlet, it's the quickest way to let go
Living on the corner where tampons are retro
I'm corners where the cracks grow
I'm petals on a black bough
I'm falling from the branch

My lips
My hands
My tongues are
Dismantled

Look above you, the stars are glittering, and I
Said I love you but trannies are loitering
In the cigarette smoke that uproots the motel
Talking loud - you didn't hear me, but oh well
For what it's worth it probably wouldn't go well
Ever since birth the opposition was so swell:
Shine a black light thru the red light where the dead might
Turn live in ice-fueled psychosis
Da da da da
You roast this meat in the flames that rise from the manhole
That same one where you lost your sandal
Dressed up as Christ to try and provoke scandal
We're petals on a black bough
Spiraling down a black hole
You're begging at my knees, I'm traveling overseas

(He loves to lick my lulu
My lovely little lulu.)

I dress him up in pretty clothes
'cos I know he's on the dole
Gentle fingers gape his mouth
Wide enough to take the south pole

(Lick my legs I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire.)

Silly boy, did you know he knew me?
Just like you he went right through me
I live life while you watch movies
Buy weird books and read them to me
If you've reached such enlightenment why can't you save me then?
Organize my freedom?
Don't be Scandinavian
Or get pissed 'cos I've slept with other men
I was in the world before you even began
I was never meant to eat from your hand alone
You can't own what you can't understand
I am the water while you remain land
I am the air while you remain sand
Slipping through my fingers just like that
Everybody's love disappears at will and
We're tumblers in a life that's still
In a child's mind where we're Jack and Jill
Where you're jacking off. I can't take you out
'cos you kill the wine when we dine with my old friends
You're a killjoy
You're a boy toy
You're a boy

You're a boy
You're a toy