Frogs Legs

A thousand-yard stare
A breath of icicle air
Oh, he slips right through my fingers
A nest of stolen hair
I see a girl in the corner
Getting under my feet on a moonlit wonder
And he should feel scared
Peeking over his shoulder when he thinks I'm there
And I'll never get to grips
The mark of shame of sex
Water from my lips
I'll never get to grips
The mark of shame of sex
Water from my lips
I keep him in a locket tight
And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket
I keep him in a locket tight
And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket
Frog's legs souped escargot
Goosebumps in a pile of snow
When he speaks I don't understand him
And when I kick him, my foot goes through him
Tip of my cap
Swim in my bath
And sleep outside when it's cold
Tip of my cap
Swim in my bath
And sleep outside when it's cold
I'll never get to grips
The mark of shame of sex
Water from my lips
I'll never get to grips
The mark of shame of sex
Water from my lips
I keep him in a locket tight
And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket
I keep him in a locket tight
And firm under my thumb in a firelight pocket
And then another thousand-yard stare
A breath of icicle air
Oh, he slips right through my fingers
A nest of stolen hair
I see a girl in the corner
Getting under my feet on a moonlit wonder
And he should feel scared
Peeking over his shoulder when he thinks I'm there