Your prettiness is seeping through
Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty
And my emptiness is swollen shut always
Always a wretch i have [bad word] 
So empty

I'm watching Naomi, full bloom
I'm hoping she will soon explode
Into one billion tastes and tunes 
One billion [bad word] and hold her down 
They hold her down until she cries

I'm tasting Naomi's perfume
It tastes like [bad word] and I must say
 [bad word] and goes most afternoons
One billion lovers wave and love her now 
They could love her now and so could I

There is no Naomi in view 
She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
And if she only really knew 
One billion angels [bad word] and save her soul 
They could save her soul until she shines

So pretty