Full Frontal
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S: Full Frontal
I:
Ambient murmuring
A door opens and slams closed
Tap water running
Someone inhales deeply
“I’m on TV.”
TV signal noise
V1:
Look at the flaming heart beating in my chest
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, a dead rose pinned to my breast.
Skintight, airtight,
Cellophane and plastic feels so right,
Your tongue beneath my heel, yeah, that’s so nice.
Tugging at my garter belt until I melt,
Carve a piece of your mind to kill your peace of mind.
Silver and gold never grow old-
Silk hiding steel behind the mask, Lady Snowblood cold.
Time for him to play with my hair,
Time to let her undress me, skin so bare.
Tried to talk to God to no avail,
In mourning for my virginal body,
Letting silence lift the veil.
V2:
Dogs catch their teeth on my lace-
And men snuff out their cigarettes while staring at my face.
Wine and dine me?
Sorry, I’m posing nude, you won’t even find me.
Whine and die like a feral cat-
Crawling on my runway knees like a runaway rat.
After hours at the outlet store, caught on display,
China doll in china white,
a doll who likes to play but cannot pray.
Her hand’s on my thighs
And she’s rolling her eyes,
Naked on the floor as she heads for the door-
I:
Whisper
“Don’t let him touch you…”
Panting, moans
Skin gets slapped
C:
Blood and leather mixed in equal measure,
Confident pleasure, ego leisure,
Pull the Porsche around, but don’t make a sound.
Don’t come cryin’ to me,
Because I can’t seem to set myself free.
Glued to the TV screen, full frontal energy.
Spit up at the sky and it’ll fall down in your face-
Adrenaline’s shot, my body feels hot,
Pinned down like a butterfly on the spot.
B:
I’m the one with my finger on the pulse
of your neck, deep imprints of my fingerprints.
No choice but to bare it all,
An empress with no clothes...
Full frontal, power hungry, starving artist and none the wiser…
Oh, sometimes...I just need to relax...
Pop a Xanax and lean back...
Close my eyes, feel the pillow, lean back...
Tonight I’m not the marionette, the hungry lamb in a barn full of sheep...
No, no, ‘cause now it’s time to play…
Pray the Lord my soul to reap.
C2: He put me on Billboard this side of town,
Set ‘em up and knock ‘em down.
Confident pleasure, ego leisure,
Pull the Porsche around but don’t make a sound.
Don’t come cryin’ to me,
Because I can’t seem to set myself free.
Glued to the TV screen, full frontal energy.
(Not afraid to bare it all)
Spit up at the sky and it’ll fall down in your face-
Adrenaline’s shot, my body feels hot,
Pinned down like a butterfly on the spot.
(“Hey, hey, what’s the key?”)
I:
“Lemme get a good shot of you lying down…”
Wedged heels tapping on the floor
Door opens and closes
O:
TV signal noise
Ambient murmuring
Faucet turns off, exhale
“I love this show…”