Rubberape

Gnawing on her knuckles while the woman was a walkin'
Only an eel skin bound around her own one
Too many steps she kept a foot-fallin'
A momentary glare from the ice on the street
Baby blue heaven, don't get around much
Sweet little angel, she was shot out of the sky
You better take a wrap dear
This cold will be the death of you

Wrap The Little ones tight and tuck in their tails
Swallowed down the river mouth, she's well on her way
Cups her hands and splashes her face
Disturbed by sleep, only when she's awake

Shed us your skirt and give us a kiss dear
(I'm constantly amazed at how easily the skin peels)
Drop it on a floor in heap with the others
We're hot buttered snakes a-swimmin' in the flash fry
Weighed her options on an opium scale
She was pushed and pulled and lulled and punctured
Beating on her chest, she was pounding out a rhythm
The neoprene nose it nodded in agreement
One by one shooting monkeys in a barrel