One-Month Marathon

The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all Can I play in your closet? Can I poke around your drawer? Can I see through your mirror? Can I come in your store, baby? Bolts of lightning came from 38th Street In raw silk and wool He carried it over his shoulder down 7th Avenue She said, "I'm gonna wrap the night around your neck Slice off your head, Daddy I wish it was just the three of us again I wish it was just you, me and her" Can I play in your closet? Can I poke around your drawer? Can I see through your mirror? Can I come in your store, baby? We cut holes off our arms And he wrapped it around me It was a nice long dress, but it was too hot to keep on So we made a necklace out of rope and a piece of a tin can He's on an? expedition Let's study the ruins, baby Let's study the stonemasonry, lady Let's come back with a handpainted tile from the 19th century But I need my new phone to show me the way Can I play in your closet? Can I poke around your drawer? Can I see through your mirror? Can I come in your store, baby? The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all Can I play in your closet? Can I poke around your drawer? Can I see through your mirror? Can I come in your store, baby?