Hold Every Hand

Another spider, I watched you let that thing creep inside of our room You were younger and you were inside of her too She's a real steam engine, a crossbreed between Dickens and a demon Rolling around in a sundress, floating like a bag of wine We were out of line I can't hold every hand or stare into her eyes I was so fragrant, you were funky yeah you were my favorite perfume Cruelly limber lipstick kissing all the young dudes I wore a necklace, one night's strand that had been segmented Some poorly lit pearls--ask my girls from the sticks, I wore it with pride They were still out of line I can't hold every hand Are you in my soul or just in my lap? All my lovers all my lambs Hung from a single strand Spun by spiders' hands