The Baby of the Harbor
The baby of the harbor, she eats drag queens
Her hair is greasy, she's so xenophobic
She shares her meals with plenty of cats
Her bones are soaked, her skin is wet
She has cold lips and very long nails
She is calling you a useless hero
She's very old, she's been in jail
She's a champion of embroidery as well
She touches me as I walk by
She creeps on me every fucking night
And has no home, and smells of pee
She jumps from walls into liquid light
Under neon lamps
Every time she smells the scent of a man
She looses her fur like a cat
She loves to hear the sound of bones that crack
She's a nymphomaniac
She messed me up, told me I was gold
She told me, "Baby, you're a mill of gold"
"Baby, please be gentle 'cause you're made of gold"
There's nothing I can think she wouldn't know
She has four teeth, her fig is loose
She sings the blues, and blows a flute
Made of flesh on drunken nights
She's always cold, but she never fights
She hides in cracks, and empty drains
They had her posing for an online page
Owned by an influencer, he used to post
But now he's silent
She changed my view on things
She changed my view on things
Her hair is greasy, she's so xenophobic
She shares her meals with plenty of cats
Her bones are soaked, her skin is wet
She has cold lips and very long nails
She is calling you a useless hero
She's very old, she's been in jail
She's a champion of embroidery as well
She touches me as I walk by
She creeps on me every fucking night
And has no home, and smells of pee
She jumps from walls into liquid light
Under neon lamps
Every time she smells the scent of a man
She looses her fur like a cat
She loves to hear the sound of bones that crack
She's a nymphomaniac
She messed me up, told me I was gold
She told me, "Baby, you're a mill of gold"
"Baby, please be gentle 'cause you're made of gold"
There's nothing I can think she wouldn't know
She has four teeth, her fig is loose
She sings the blues, and blows a flute
Made of flesh on drunken nights
She's always cold, but she never fights
She hides in cracks, and empty drains
They had her posing for an online page
Owned by an influencer, he used to post
But now he's silent
She changed my view on things
She changed my view on things
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Writer(s): Riccardo Buck
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