With eaten fingers she knocks at my horrible house
She takes a look, sniffs a bit around and she takes all she can

And while the beers are flowing over
No one reminds ‘bout turtles’ food

With drawsy eyes she looks around at the floor getting wet
With bitten words she says something that I really can’t get

And she hears the sound of the solid ground
When it hits her and she tries to cushion
The stroke with an unlikely lust

With eaten fingers she climbs out of my horrible life
And with the softness of a gnu she breaks down all my glass

And while the beers are flowing over
I think of sharks inside a pond

And I hear the sound of the solid ground
When it hits me and I try to cover
The noise with a louder burst