Sylvia fed me spiders in the cla**iest corner of town... Collars turned up to hide us we cupped our hands and shovelled them down silver blades and subtle pa**es slipped our pills and swapped our gla**es, played footsie on a fading floor. we turned around I shut the door you shot me with a k**er glance - i swore! i screamed! you'll not put me in the circus with the fleas, or with Kathleen, the human bean... i'm scared of heights... i tiptoed tightropes... Angels spied the telescopes. "Gone fishing" but i will not be your oyster, God... i'm much too young to drink, and much to drunk to die... i'm happy in your tapestry you happy on a thread. You wove the pair of pink pyjamas and a double bed and when i sleep, I mutter "Mata Hari you strike me dead!" with hatpins baby... hit me where it hurts, Mmmm! I love it! i'll be your little oyster - i'll be the whole wide world