Needle Play - M,ilf Lyrics

The smell of the cemetery rain
Brings me on down to fifth grade
They buried Shelly-Mary's mom
I was too fat and weak to pallbear
Watched them return the dead to earth
But I paused at her skirt
My heart did rise
To deafening heights
Tethering joy to hurt

Shelly did become big in our South Jersey skate scene
I had this recurring
Mild-mannered fantasy

It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy

Shelly
And
Friends Would
Beat
Me Near
Death
Then Nurse
Me

It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy

She fastens my cradle
Then embarks on abandon

If I cannot inspire love
Then I will cause fear
She playfully paws me
Yet fondles another
I will cause fear
She blights my vines, so childish in style

Brief if by gun
Long if by blade
Tough if by rope
Soft if by age
Strong if with virtue
Weak if with fear
Rare if by storm
Brave if by spear

Envy
Spite is a measure of envy

Just ask
That wretched nymph
Just ask
Shelly