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Pearl in an Oyster

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Mata Hari

Fuck You and Your Pale Shades of Blue

The Rat

Naked

Gwen

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #13

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #32

Pearl in an Oyster

Give me some dirt
It's the dirt in the machine
That gives life flavor
The pancakes fried in bacon grease
The cocktail of soil and soul
Beauty looks best when stained with lust

Take your perfection
To the manicured lawns of suburbia
Let it die in the sun

Some tribe of Indians
Maybe the Pueblos
Or it could have been the Aztecs for all I know
When they created their art
They intentionally made them imperfect
They gave them some humility
They give them some dirt
Maybe a couple of lines that didn't meet
Or a circle deliberately struck out of kilter

I thought
That's all right with me

Perfection repulses me
Imagine how boring
It would be
To fuck a Playboy centerfold

Alright
I would do it
If I had the chance
But I'm sure 
I'd bitch about it 
Afterwards

I like my women with flaws
Some dirt on their faces
Maybe a crooked tooth
Or a pimple on her ass

Keep that airbrush
Away from the wrinkles
On your clit
Give me something
I can sink my kink into
And remind me
I'm still human

You can't follow a nose
That's been sniffing
The cunt of advertising
That whore
Just ain't going to hump 

Give me the dirt
and the scratch
and the scuff
and the nick
and the scab
and the puss 
and the rot
and the decay
and the dust
and the triples z chromosome

Give me the dirt