She sat on the cliff of the bed
Tackled me with a plastic comb
Pressed her fingers into my head
Start at the blond search for the bone
She tried to tame me her nails and my knots
Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what's not
Let me tangle, let me dry
Want it wicked, let me rile
Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact
I slyly side step sorry
Drag my heels across the street
She tells me I'm unlettered while
I read the backs of her knees
Catch me in-habits
One tight skyward eye
Pull hats out of rabbits
And salt out of the sky
Let me tangle, let me try
Want it wicked, let me rile
Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact
What a thought was in whale water
Was really running through the pipes
To show off her flex-ability
She made a fool of my fight
I bit her belly
She bellowed like a swan
Cured me like a petal
Pressed in her open palm
Let me tangle, let me try
Want it wicked, let me rile
Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact
Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact
