Hello There Kitty

Well, hello there, Kitty
So it's true then
You've lost all your ribbons
-The p'ittiest red ribbons-
They've turned up in pockets
-The strangest of pockets-
You don't need a rocket scientist to know
Who was with who behind where at the fair.

Benjamite Bride
No shotgon weilding Pa at your side
Everyone knows you're our dancing girl
Anykind
Whatever kind
Anykind we want
Keep dancing, we're slipping our paws up your thighs
There's a tribe in your trousers.
you-you-you-you-you allow this.
Allow this!
Allow this!


So build me an alter
Pile up your stones
I'll curl up in the Son spot
Lay down these old bones
and this flesh,
This primal rib
Return me to sender
He'll be so glad you did.