Green Girls
Wriggling on the bottles:
Drink us, drink us,
green girls
tell you water
is the long hair that you
swallow in the dark.
Whistle all you want,
a girl who swims this water
will make you swallow.
But if you tell her no,
(Not no, not no,)
then water’s all you’ve got.
Lonely on their white rocks
the green girls do their writhe,
Drink me, drink me—
it’s dark inside,
inside the inside,
deep inside the green girls.
There’s a thirst inside
the green girls
you can’t wait to find, no,
running down your windshield
coming from behind.
They’re nymphs
you’d like to drink,
Drink us, drink us.
Oh, the green girls want to die.
Down the drain, down—
help us, help us down the drain.
No one knows what’s inside.
It’s dark inside,
inside the inside,
deep inside the green girls,
there’s a thirst inside
the green girls you really
want to ride.
