his is the story of your red right ankle 
And how it came to meet your leg 
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled 
And how the skin was softly shed 

And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me 
For we are bound by symmetry 
And whatever differences our lives have been 
We together make a limb.” 
This is the story of your red right ankle. 

This is the story of your gypsy uncle 
You never knew ‘cause he was dead 
And how his face was carved and rife with wrinkles 
In the picture in your head. 

And remember how you found the key 
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees 
But you wanted to keep his secret safe 
So you threw the key away. 
This is the story of your gypsy uncle. 

This is the story of the boys who loved you 
Who love you now and loved you then 
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you 
And some just laid around in bed.

Some had [bad word] you straight to your knees 
Did it [bad word]  did it tenderly 
Some had crawled their way into your heart 
To rend your ventricles apart 
This is the story of the boys who loved you 
This is the story of your red right ankle.