Don't Flatter Yourself, I Just Write Songs

Could you fix these things wrong with me?
Re-animate my shortcomings?
Get out your sewing-kit,
play cut and paste.
My oiled skin, re-attach my lanky limbs,
teach them to hold again.
french-kiss cadaver lips,
re-allign my crooked spine,
this torso's much too long.
We'll hold up in this hollow lung.

I love you Teri Garr
and I love you Bridgette Helm,
I love alls y'alls, you know we'd be so tragic,
a love clinique and classic.
Our hearts are haunted hearts.

I only want to be attractive 'coz I want to attract you,
and I wish I were thin--
goddamn this body, so fat and crude--
and I wish I were witty and I want to be cultured and patient, too...

but I could let all these things go
'coz all that I really want is you,
new skin, new lungs, new guts, new...