belly button blues

Stand or sit in front of your mirror Take a deep breath Hold it and exhale Been lonely for weeks, starting to think he doesn't care They say if you had better posture Then maybe he'd answer your prayers And now the times, when I see The weight lift from the sides of her frown She stands up too straight, and gravity just brings them back down A rumor, a tumor is buried in the years The first of the first Lord, it's the worst of your fears Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel a little weird When Eve comes home with her, belly button pierced Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here Call it lust in the dust, but it's far from a pharaohs affair Oh the most beautiful girl In all the world and you long for your hand in her hair Oh you sing Cleo, sweet Cleo, can I stay with you tonight But when you turn down the lights Her anatomy just don't seem quite right Oh it's a rumor, a tumor, buried in the years The first of the first Lord, it's the worst of your fears Oh Adam, sweet Adam, starts to feel a little queer When Eve comes home with her, belly button pierced