Mark Lenover She Calls Lyrics

First, she calls
The squirrels in her head to serve the pricks and tails
Of the dogs, that she kicked
As she crossed herself gladly on her knees at the place where her
Groveling, broken-down darlings would dream of their place in her bed
Or of the stalls, where they'd all
Scratched her name gently into the scum on the walls
She calls…
Oh, let's make a name for hеr
Let's make a name for hеr…
She slowly and carefully
Wraps herself round, then she Crushes the life from us
Turning us over
She coddles and condescends
Spinning end over end
Mouthing unspeakable self-exaltations
Her sobbing was meaningless over the phone
But it had devastating effect in person
Such a startling reflex
Such manicured claws
She raised hell from a holiday
Just as she promised she would
Oh, let's make a name for her
Let's make a name for her…