Kimya Dawson's stlye and the way she strums is so unique and intimidating that I don't even want to attempt it. I usually just do my own thing with her songs. If you have any comments, let me know! Am Orchestrated chamber pots Soap dish shaped like an alligator Em Tit for tat you nail my twat Pitter pat to the smell ya later Am For a lack of evidently skater chaser tater tot Em Mail the rebate in then wait But for how long? I forgot Am 24 or 25 or 26 man I don't know Em Either way an alligator helped me to feel less alone Am Through sophomoric awkwardness Broken Mirror Damaged Goods Em The eternal question's "Would I?" Would I? Oh fuck yea I would Am Woulda coulda shoulda done it Almost did but was too scared Em Critically conditioning the tits and ass and hips and hair Am Piece together rooty tooty cuties poo the tiny one Em Inner baggage carry's on external manifestation Am All your friends are drinking beer All your friends are making out Em All your friends are smoking shit, and fingering, and going down Am T-shirt says "I'm High on Life" Climb and climb the tallest tree Em Christopher and Sir Topham Hatt help you conduct your symphony Am For sympathetic chocodiles and empathetic Fudgy whales Em Genetically telepathic Reading Rainbow nerf ball for sale Am Change your shoes and pick a lane Take aim with three in the holes Em Spare the line on the approach Last chair wins the tidy bowl [Aesop Rock] Am The tuning in of Tokyo in lien of Basic Channeling Em Had students of the Bosom study woman through the scrambling Am 1980 cable box A gateway drug for horny lads Em Who later found the joy of sex and hidden stash of porno mags Am Holy god damn fucking shit Massive hooters everywhere Em Pointing toward celestial defenders of the atmosphere Am So many vagina types This one is naked lamb Em This one is a violent slice This one is like raver pants Am Someone that you know is hiding hustlers in the local woods Em Inside there is something that will alter how you know this world Am You may want to fuck some tits You may want to hide your face Em You will always find some time to fuck your fucking time away Am We had found a mystery VHS tape in a secret drawer Em When our parents left for work we fed it to the VCR Am Specimens of hair and sweat intended for a private eye Em Humping like a pair of dogs Showcasing a primal drive Am Nothing seemed the same again Judgement is a petty joke Em Nobody can say a word They worship the same centerfold Am Aliens of horrid Mars Seeking life on boring Earth Em Dropping quarters on the floor Peaking up the shortest skirts Am Em Repeat to the end.