Odalisque

They've come to find you, Odalisque

As the light dies horribly

On a fire escape you walk

All rare and resolved to drop

And when they find you, Odalisque

They will rend you, terribly

Stitch from stitch 'til all

Your linen limbs will fall

Lazy lady had a baby girl

And a sweet it made

Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt

In a railroad cul-de-sac

And what do we do with ten baby shoes

A kit bag full of marbles

And a broken billiard cue?

What do we do? What do we do?

Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right

And them rip them down again

Sapling switches will rend those rags alright

What a sweet sound it makes

And what we do with ten dirty Jews

A thirty-ought full of rock salt

And a warm afternoon?

What do we do? What do we do?

Lay your belly under mine

Naked under me, under me

Such a filthy dimming shine

The way you kick and scream, kick and scream

And what do we with ten baby shoes

A kit bag full of marbles

And broken billiard cue?

What do we do? What do we do?