I used to see you every day.
I used to see you every day.
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your [bad word] soul.
I left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around.
Ahhh so mundane and [bad word] hand me down my pants and get me off this street.

I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off, so soft.
I'd pop myself in your body. [bad word] into your party, but I'm soft.

Behind the fringe of a whiskey high,
mutiliating cat like eyes.
And in your nose blood decadence,
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing.
Oh, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show.

I'm passed out in your garden,
I'm in I can't get off, so soft.

I'd pop myself in your body. [bad word] into your party, but I'm soft.

But, I'm Soft.