Glory — Liz Phair

He's got a really big tongue It rolls way out Snaking around in the club It slicks you down Scratching his face like a bum He pulls you back Circa nineteen-eighty-one He pulls you back

You are, you are shining some glory You are, you are shining some glory On me, on me You are, you are shining some glory You are, you are shining some glory on me

Dance of the seven veils

Johnny, my love, get out of the business It makes me wanna rough you up so badly Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic Toss you up and pump you full of lead

Johnny, my love, get out of the business The odds are getting fatter by the minute That I have got a bright and shiny platter And I am gonna get your heavy head

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring You can rent me by the hour I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness Now all we gotta do is get a preacher He can probably skip the until death part 'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring You can rent me by the hour I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing Entertainers bring May flowers May flowers May flowers To you