Digit

You can vacation in my body
You can vacation in my skin
You wear it better than I ever did

Your house is nice
But your gang walk is nicer
And you’re the color of rice
Or a Norwegian glacier

I’m gonna close my fist
And raise my third digit

Oh, I wish I was you
Just translucent
Can’t even breath in the sunlight
Or it’ll do me in

Yeah that sounds nice
Like a canvas is white
No predispositions
Painted on my figure