Tori Amos inspi'

hey, mr. bundy
climb up my cherry tree
let's see what shakes loose
from a womb that's supposed to be
filled up with plastic
a colon so spastic
it counts out the time
jus' 'cause her ass ticks
muma. . . .
donde esta las naranjas?
papa. . . .
donde esta tus [slick] gabachos?

somehow, god, I lose my feet
whenever i roll down your street