The Woman You Want Her to Be

She will be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be smart enough to know

If you want her to not be smart or just not to show it

Her face is a surface, seems like theres something below it

And she'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be your privatest property

Yours to possess, to dress up and undress

She's an infinite yes, yes, yes, yes

There will always be more of her

Unless of course you prefer less

She can do that to, it's totally no problem

Just let her know what you want to get rid of

She'll take care of it

And she's know what you want

And she knows what you want

And she knows what you want

And she knows what you want

Think of her as a mass, not one ass

But a mass of asses

Plastic, magic, passive, perfectible, limitless

A living receptacle

And the bigger the better the tighter the sweater

The bigger the better the tighter the sweater

Oh wait is it not big is better?

We need to compress her

Shrink up her sweater and make her be lesser

When you're firing your cannonballs

You want them to really hit something

Not just go floating off into endless mysterious space

She is accessible

You can walk right inside through the welcoming holes

In her mouth and her eyes and hide

There's a comfortable area there you can chill in

Around back is the VIP entrance

It's invite only and many aren't on the list

They swear their name must be on the list

They wanna get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in

Ask yourself what you need her for

Never mind tell yourself that she needs you more

If she's a game and you want to win her

Maybe make a club and just throw in the winner

Keep her in the side room just like

Like you're in a sudden local with a weird smile and a van of cigars

And the subs pumped out and your cells all charged

And everything's yes, there's a claim on your card?

And she's off on some private dinner

Then after ten thousand years of getting your coffee

Pleas and conditions killing yourself

The neighborhood doing a form of rigid icicle fest

Stay out, country in, kinda wanna

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get

What wouldn't you do to get in?

She'd be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'd be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

You wanna conquer the unknown

She can hold your hand while you do it

And if you can't find the unknown she can be the unknown

She'll lay down and let you voyage through it

She just seems so have able

At the very least half able

Split up the middle and grab what is palpable

An unlimited free material

Giveable, takeable, breakable

Think what all you could make with this resource

A pile of woman, a land mass of layered up woman

A suburban mega mom of woman

A stairway to heaven of women

She's an idealized pulsating flesh farm

And she'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be

She'll be the woman you want her to be

The woman you want her to be